Daddy's Money Lyrics

"Hey buddyboy, where ya been? Where ya at?"

Chillin' downtown with the dogs and the cats

I'm hoppin' off a jet, pop call me when ya back

Five hundred cash, put the money in the bag

And he don't want smoke so he'll do what he can

But he's down in Florida with his toes in the sand

Latchkey boy but there's blood on his hands

Down bad but he still feel like the man

Isn't it funny

You're making money that I just cant see

You can't buy loving

But it can buy fucking buddy don't you see?

It's all said and done but you can't feel bad

So roll up a pound of that OG grass

There's no one around but the smoke and the ash

It's cold outside, better hide in your mask

You don't got a coupe just some doors and a dash

Delivering shame from the future to the past

Like the tortoise and the hare, man you must go fast

In your rearview mirror, didn't see me crash

Isn't it funny

You're making money that I just can't see

You can't buy loving

But it can buy fucking buddy, don't you see?

Isn't it funny

You're making money that I just can't see

You can't buy loving

But it can buy fucking buddy, don't you see?