Rich Baby Daddy - Drake ft Sexyy Red and SZA (lyrics) 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 (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 Ayy, I still got some love deep inside of me No need to lie to me, I know you got a guy He\u0027s 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\u0027m with Red like I\u0027m at a Cincinnati game Hood bitch, tat her gang \u0027fore she tat her name Real bitch, held me down \u0027fore I had a name Heard there\u0027s 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\u0027s a match to me To 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 a feeling I can\u0027t let you get away Feels good, but it can\u0027t be love Ain\u0027t a damn thing that I do Ain\u0027t a damn thing, oh Bend that ass over (ow), let that coochie breathe (yeah) Shake that ass, bitch (ooh), hands on your knees (ooh) Hands on your knees (oh, bend it), hands on your knees Shake that ass for Drake (yup), 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\u0027t leave me \u0027lone Foreign trucks, I pull up (skrrt, skrrt) Thirty inches to my butt Nails done, I\u0027m fine as fuck Niggas tryna see what\u0027s up I\u0027m lucky I\u0027m lucky I\u0027m lucky I\u0027m 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\u0027m not stupid, so don\u0027t pull no stupid shit I swear, poppin\u0027 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\u0027 \u0027bout 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\u0027m the one, I\u0027m the one The dog days are over, dog days are done And you know I\u0027m- We was fuckin\u0027 night after night, I\u0027ll change your life You ain\u0027t even know how to suck it right, I taught you right You ain\u0027t even heard of Grace Bay \u0027til I bought the flight You ain\u0027t even know how cold you was \u0027til I bought you ice You can\u0027t even look at him the same, we a different type You just text me trippin\u0027, I reply, \u0022Have a safe flight\u0022 Wanna stick around for the ride, baby, hold on tight