Drake – Rich Baby Daddy (feat. Sexyy Red & SZA) Lyrics

Rich Baby Daddy

Drake (feat. Sexyy Red & SZA)

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"Rich Baby Daddy." - Drake (feat. Sexyy Red & SZA)

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 12:24 am

Album: For All The Dogs Scary Hours Edition

Track No: 20

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 (Ow)
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
Aye, 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 thе ride to me, ride to mе
I still got some love deep inside of me
Please drag it out of me
You just might
Just might get that G-Wagen 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, tatt' her gang 'fore she tatt' 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 (Ow)
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, ooh
Bend that **** over
Ooh
Let that coochie breathe
Ooh
Shake that ass, bitch
Ooh
Hands on your knees
Oh
Hands on your knees
All been there
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)
(Hands) Shake that ass for Drake
(Yeah) Now shake that ass for me
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
**** 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 (Ow)
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 play 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 till I bought the flight
You ain't even know how cold you was till 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, hold on tight

Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, J. Wherry, S. Rowe, D. Blackmon, J. Klahr, B. Saint Fort, R. Zastenker, S. Barot, M. Fellander-Tsai, T. Schaeferdiek, Y. Chain, D. Ford, F. Welch & I. Summers.

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