Rich Baby Daddy

[Part I] [Intro: Jessica Domingo] Is it all I could be enough Is it all I could be enough Is it [Chorus: Sexyy Red] 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 [Verse 1: Drake] 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 mе, ride to me I still got some lovе 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) [Chorus: Sexyy Red] 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 [Verse 2: SZA] 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 [Chorus: Sexyy Red & SZA] 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) [Verse 3: Sexyy Red] 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 [Bridge: Sexyy Red] I'm lucky I'm lucky I'm lucky I'm lucky [Chorus: Sexyy Red] 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 [Part II] [Verse: Drake] 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— [Outro: Drake] 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