Baby Fatha lyrics

[Intro]
(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha)
(It's Trax season bruh)

[Chorus]
I'm a rich n*gga dreams, get your funds up (Get your funds up)
Slim waist, b*tch, I get that from my mama (From my mama)
Big spender, mix Celine with the Prada
I make a rich n*gga into baby fathers (Rich)
I make a rich n*gga into baby fathers (Rich)
And if he ain't gettin' to it, that's a problem (That's a problem)
New Celine and McQueen, give me Prada (Drip)
I make a rich n*gga into baby fathers (Hoo)

[Verse 1]
I make 'em spend it, yeah
Give it to 'em, yeah
Big tipper, yeah (Hoo)
Real b*tch, yeah
Hit a split on the di*k (On the di*k)
Leavе my taste on his tongue, I love to lеt him lick
How many licks do it take? Bae, I love to c*m quick (Ooh)
Feed me Prada, I'll call you Dada, I need them commas
Private jet to Bahamas, don't need no condoms (Outta there)
Throw it back in my bonnet, how you want it? (Hoo)
Type of b*tch to suck your soul out and meet your mama

[Pre-Chorus]
If you a rich n*gga, show me where them racks at (Where them racks at?)
Cute face, slim waist and that ass fat (And that ass fat)
I won't dare go back and forth with a nat nat (The f*ck?)
Where that bag at? Tell him "Send that Cash App"

[Chorus]
I'm a rich n*gga dreams, get your funds up (Get your funds up)
Slim waist, b*tch, I get that from my mama (From my mama)
Big spender, mix Celine with the Prada
I make a rich n*gga into baby fathers (Rich)
I make a rich n*gga into baby fathers (Rich)
And if he ain't gettin' to it, that's a problem (That's a problem)
New Celine and McQueen, give me Prada (Drip)
I make a rich n*gga into baby fathers (Hoo)
[Verse 2]
I make him pop tags, make him cop that like "Where you shop at?"
Where the rocks at? Tell your jeweler where you bought that (Ice)
Got a fat cat, Garfield if you spend (Spend)
I got assets, throw it back and bring 'em in (Bring 'em in)
I'm a dime b*tch, where it's at? I need a ten (I need a ten)
I hear the chat chat, they copy that, I'm settin' trends (Hoo)
I play his front side, the only back I want is ends
I'm a G with a wagon, I ain't talkin' 'bout the Benz

[Pre-Chorus]
If you a rich n*gga, show me where them racks at (Do it)
Cute face, slim waist and that ass fat
I won't dare go back and forth with a nat nat
Where that bag at? Tell him "Send that Cash App"

[Chorus]
I'm a rich n*gga dreams, get your funds up (Get your funds up)
Slim waist, b*tch, I get that from my mama (From my mama)
Big spender, mix Celine with the Prada
I make a rich n*gga into baby fathers (Rich)
I make a rich n*gga into baby fathers (Rich)
And if he ain't gettin' to it, that's a problem (That's a problem)
New Celine and McQueen, give me Prada (Drip)
I make a rich n*gga into baby fathers (Hoo)
[Outro]
(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha)
(It's Trax season bruh)