Daddy’s Little Girl Lyrics by Key Glock
ATL Jacob, he a fuckin’ millionaire
Yeah
Glizock
Yeah
Young nigga stylin’ and profilin’
She want me to get all up in and behind it
If they ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, never mind it
I learned how to hustle, ran it up, straight grindin’
Yeah, I was in the trap, more sacks than a lineman
You might lose your brain if you reach for a diamond
Yeah, you know my name, I suggest you don’t try it
Three years ago, I had a baby named Rian
Yeah, that’s Daddy’s little girl
Daddy gon’ buy you diamonds and pearls
Daddy gon’ protect you from this world
Daddy gon’ hit ’em with a ten-piece Harold’s
Daddy gon’ send ’em to the man upstairs
I put that on me, yeah, I put that on God
I collect watches like baseball cards
These nigga ain’t nothin’ like me at all
Young nigga stylin’ and profilin’
She want me to get all up in and behind it
If they ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, never mind it
I learned how to hustle, ran it up, straight grindin’
Yeah, I was in the trap, more sacks than a lineman
You might lose your brain if you reach for a diamond
Yeah, you know my name, I suggest you don’t try it
Three years ago, I had a baby named Rian
Yeah, that’s Daddy’s little girl, now I want me a junior
I just want me some peace, I been readin’ my book
When I made my first M, damn near said, “Hallelujah”
Still a hoodrich nigga eatin’ Oodles of Noodles
The young hoes crazy, I love me a cougar
Yeah, I love me a MILF, they know what to do
Aye, stick to the plan, and go with your move
Lions, tigers, and bears, South Memphis a zoo
What you’re gon’ do?
Young nigga stylin’ and profilin’
She want me to get all up in and behind it
If they ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, never mind it
I learned how to hustle, ran it up, straight grindin’
Yeah, I was in the trap, more sacks than a lineman
You might lose your brain if you reach for a diamond
Yeah, you know my name, I suggest you don’t try it
Three years ago, I had a baby named Rian
Yeah, that’s Daddy’s little girl
Daddy gon’ buy you diamonds and pearls
Daddy gon’ protect you from this world
Daddy gon’ hit ’em with a ten-piece Harold’s
Daddy gon’ send ’em to the man upstairs
I put that on me, yeah, I put that on God
I collect watches like baseball cards
These nigga ain’t nothin’ like me at all