Rich Baby Daddy - Drake ft. Sexyy Red, SZA

Is it all

I could be enough

Is it all

I could be enough

Is it

Bend that ass over (Baow), let that coochie breathe (Yeah)

Shake that ass, bitch, hands on your knees (Ho)

Hands on your knees (Ho), hands on your knees (Now)

Shake that ass for Drake (Yup), now shake that ass for me

Bend that ass over (Baow), let that coochie breathe (Yeah)

Shake that ass, bitch, hands on your knees

Hands on your knees, hands on your knees

Shake that ass for Drake (Yeah), now shake that ass for me

Ayy, I still got some love deep inside of me

No need to lie to me, I know you got a guy

He's not a guy to me

Just say goodbye to him, then take the ride to me, ride to me

I still got some love deep inside of me

Please drag it out of me

You just might

Just might get that G-Wagon out of me

Please drag it out of me, please drag it out

Rollie gang, patty gang, rich baby daddy gang

I'm with Red like I'm at a Cincinnati game

Hood bitch, tat her gang 'fore she tat her name

Real bitch, held me down 'fore I had a name

Heard there's money on my head, what is that to me?

I put a hundred bands on him, he put a rack on me

We from two different worlds, but it's a match to me

The bend it over only time she turn her back on me (For real)

Bend that ass over (Baow), let that coochie breathe (Yeah)

Shake that ass, bitch, hands on your knees (Ho)

Hands on your knees (Ho), hands on your knees (Now)

Shake that ass for Drake (Yup), now shake that ass for me

Bend that ass over (Baow), let that coochie breathe (Yeah)

Shake that ass, bitch, hands on your knees

Hands on your knees, hands on your knees

Shake that ass for Drake (Yeah), now shake that ass for me

You been so good and you deserve to end your suffering

I need good dick and conversation, can you comfort me?

I got a feeling this is more than what we both say

I got a feeling this is more than feelings

I can't let you get away

Feels good, but it can't be love

Ain't a damn thing that I'd do

Ain't a damn thing, oh

Bend that ass over (Oh), let that coochie breathe (Oh)

Shake that ass, bitch (Oh), hands on your knees (Oh)

Hands on your knees (Oh, bend it), hands on your knees (Oh)

Shake that ass for Drake (Uh), now shake that ass for me

Bend that ass over (Yeah), let that coochie breathe (Yeah)

Shake that ass, bitch (Yeah), hands on your knees (Hands on your)

Hands on your knees (Hands on your), hands on your knees (Yeah)

Shake that ass for Drake, now shake that ass for me (Shake, shake, shake)

You like my voice, I turn you on

Red weave, it match my thong

He heard about me, know my song

I drive him crazy, can't leave me 'lone

Foreign trucks, I pull up

Thirty inches to my butt

Nails done, I'm fine as fuck

Niggas tryna see what's up

I'm lucky

I'm lucky

I'm lucky

I'm lucky

Bend that ass over (Baow), let that coochie breathe (Yeah)

Shake that ass, bitch, hands on your knees (Ho)

Hands on your knees (Ho), hands on your knees (Now)

Shake that ass for Drake (Yup), now shake that ass for me

Bend that ass over (Baow), let that coochie breathe (Yeah)

Shake that ass, bitch, hands on your knees

Hands on your knees, hands on your knees

Shake that ass for Drake (Yeah), now shake that ass for me

You know the root of it

You know the lies and you know the truth of it

I see the future and I can see you in it

Girl, I'm not stupid, so don't pull no stupid shit

I swear, poppin' my shit come with consequences

Post nut clarity, I came to my senses

I knew it was love when it started as a friendship

Askin' 'bout a baby, we should probably get a Frenchie

And take care of the dog

Take care of the dog

Until the dog days are over

The dog days are done

And you know I'm the one, I'm the one

The dog days are over, dog days are done

And you know I'm—

We was fuckin' night after night, I'll change your life

You ain't even know how to suck it right, I taught you right

You ain't even heard of Grace Bay 'til I bought the flight

You ain't even know how cold you was 'til I bought you ice

You can't even look at him the same, we a different type

You just text me trippin', I reply, "Have a safe flight"

Wanna stick around for the ride, baby, hol' on tight