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Call Me Daddy Video (MV)




Performed By: Jon Ryan
Length: 3:51
Written by: Jonathan Hill




Jon Ryan - Call Me Daddy Lyrics




Drop it
Drop that ass lil mamma
Park it in my lap
I got cash lil momma
I got
I got
You can make it clap
I got that in my cup I got that sack
I been down bad way before can't go out sad
I'm so up right now you think I'm breaking bad
I splash out the lot I know that make you mad
You ain't making money I can't give you dap
I think that money come between me and my past
Keep that led pack in that steel and keep it mashed
Keep that top peeled back that always make me laugh
If she throw that pussy at me imma smash
I think I make that lil bitch proud she call me dad
Moon walking i'm drippin on the cement
I check up and I see lights I hit a scenic
Sometimes I look her in her eyes and see a demon
Cause she was asking for the cash before she seen it
Just cause you up right now that really doesn't mean shit
I been getting to the money countin green print
I pop a perky and I'm tossed and I rip rip
I do this often when I sauce and I drip drip
I do this often I don't really do no talking
My pockets started gettin fatter I call that Rick Rossin
Big bossin
Big
I made it out cause big poppin and lil stoppin
I'm so up right now bitch you can't tell me nothing
I walk in like this you prolly think I'm stunting
If I ever land I prolly landed in some money
Never took this shit for granted, this is all I ever wanted
I think it's funny
That you think you run it dummy
Everybody know you frontin
Just to keep the shit a hunnid
Drop it
Drop that ass lil mamma
Park it in my lap
I got cash lil momma
I got
I got
You can make it clap
I got that in my cup I got that sack
I been down bad way before can't go out sad
I'm so up right now you think I'm breaking bad
I splash out the lot I know that make you mad
You ain't making money I can't give you dap
I think that money come between me and my past
Keep that led pack in that steel and keep it mashed
Keep that top peeled back that always make me laugh
If she throw that pussy at me imma smash
I think I make that lil bitch proud she call me dad
Moon walking im drippin on the cement
I check up and I see lights I hit a scenic
Ain't no rap cap we past that
Click clack
Up down
Get back
Might let that bitch in the bag, she keep that ass fat
Me and my dogs keep it posted like we from Baghdad
Bitch I'm the captain no caption you keep the hashtag
Don't even mention the price tag it's big racks big racks
I make sure my youngins keep an extra clip on it
Everything I see about you through my lens phony
I got love for them respect for all my big homies
I make sure I bring some love back to my ends homie
I pour up to reminisce and then I sip on it
When I was caught up in a drought that bitch would dip on me
I got up got me a bag now I'm the shit homie
And now that bitch is acrobatic she do flips on it
I think I want some ones like that no I want Rick Owens
I bet those would surely look good when I'm tip toeing
I bet that would surely make some of y'all switch on me
I think I forgot to mention that my wrist glowing
I know that that one surely compliment the drip on me
Damn don't it look like I just busted down a brick on it
Tricking off on my exes
And smoking o's
I need my bitch to get messy
I keep that bitch on her toes
You cannot walk in my section
I'm in this thing with some goats
They know I kick it like tekan
And I pour up for my woes
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Drop it
Drop that ass lil mamma
Park it in my lap
I got cash lil momma
I got
I got
You can make it clap
I got that in my cup I got that sack
I been down bad way before can't go out sad
I'm so up right now you think I'm breaking bad
I splash out the lot I know that make you mad
You ain't making money I can't give you dap
I think that money come between me and my past
Keep that led pack in that steel and keep it mashed
Keep that top peeled back that always make me laugh
If she throw that pussy at me imma smash
I think I make that lil bitch proud she call me dad
Moon walking i'm drippin on the cement
I check up and I see lights I hit a scenic
Sometimes I look her in her eyes and see a demon
Cause she was asking for the cash before she seen it
Just cause you up right now that really doesn't mean shit
I been getting to the money countin green print
I pop a perky and I'm tossed and I rip rip
I do this often when I sauce and I drip drip
I do this often I don't really do no talking
My pockets started gettin fatter I call that Rick Rossin
Big bossin
Big
I made it out cause big poppin and lil stoppin
I'm so up right now bitch you can't tell me nothing
I walk in like this you prolly think I'm stunting
If I ever land I prolly landed in some money
Never took this shit for granted, this is all I ever wanted
I think it's funny
That you think you run it dummy
Everybody know you frontin
Just to keep the shit a hunnid
Drop it
Drop that ass lil mamma
Park it in my lap
I got cash lil momma
I got
I got
You can make it clap
I got that in my cup I got that sack
I been down bad way before can't go out sad
I'm so up right now you think I'm breaking bad
I splash out the lot I know that make you mad
You ain't making money I can't give you dap
I think that money come between me and my past
Keep that led pack in that steel and keep it mashed
Keep that top peeled back that always make me laugh
If she throw that pussy at me imma smash
I think I make that lil bitch proud she call me dad
Moon walking im drippin on the cement
I check up and I see lights I hit a scenic
Ain't no rap cap we past that
Click clack
Up down
Get back
Might let that bitch in the bag, she keep that ass fat
Me and my dogs keep it posted like we from Baghdad
Bitch I'm the captain no caption you keep the hashtag
Don't even mention the price tag it's big racks big racks
I make sure my youngins keep an extra clip on it
Everything I see about you through my lens phony
I got love for them respect for all my big homies
I make sure I bring some love back to my ends homie
I pour up to reminisce and then I sip on it
When I was caught up in a drought that bitch would dip on me
I got up got me a bag now I'm the shit homie
And now that bitch is acrobatic she do flips on it
I think I want some ones like that no I want Rick Owens
I bet those would surely look good when I'm tip toeing
I bet that would surely make some of y'all switch on me
I think I forgot to mention that my wrist glowing
I know that that one surely compliment the drip on me
Damn don't it look like I just busted down a brick on it
Tricking off on my exes
And smoking o's
I need my bitch to get messy
I keep that bitch on her toes
You cannot walk in my section
I'm in this thing with some goats
They know I kick it like tekan
And I pour up for my woes
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Writer: Jonathan Hill
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