Verse 1   Freekey Zeekey:   Shorty see us livin' yeah we smellin' like some millions   Wanna beat it while we living it up, it up   Shorty see us livin' and she like the way we get it   Shorty go and get that ass in the truck, the truck   Don't walk up on me nigga, I don't know you, I will kill you   You'll be stinkin' in the back of the truck, the truck   Shorty swagger crazy, independent kind of lady   So mami come and suck on my nuts, my nuts   Dipped grey Cadillac, big rims, 4 gat   Daddy back, daddy back   Watch it from his Cadillac   Dipped grey Cadillac, big rims, 4 gat   Daddy back, daddy back   Watch it from his cataract   Haters wanna counter that, 4-5th counter act   Pumpshot, rally back   I'm good with that, a hoodie rat   Panty lace, booty fat   Dope stash, booty, crack (Look at that)   Grapefruit Spyda crack, rims cross the Pontiac   Twin pipe powder pack   Inside, cognac   Whole team got it man, don't need a polygraph   Whole team powder cash, whole team 'bout it man   We outta here   Hotter than the knockers in my mami's pants   Take a glance, charm give seizure, Freek ambulance   So mami come and suck on my nuts, my nuts   Dipped grey Cadillac, big rims, 4 gat   Daddy back, daddy back   Watch it from his Cadillac      Hook   Freekey Zeekey:   We be ridin' pretty, we be ridin' pretty   In the Chevy or Benzy, Impala or Bentley   We sittin' wit' the blicky   Fuck the lawyer never get me   Fuck t shorty we some riders fa' sho', fa' sho'   Yeah bang bang hooligang, bang with the tool again   Bang with the Dip gang, bang bang bang      Verse 2   Cam'ron:   When I was locked up on the Island on them seagulls you was wildin'   U was smilin', can't blame me for that, for that   When you came up on a visit and the piff you had to slip it   I won't forget, I wanna thank you for that, for that   Yeah, now your ass, I'm huggin' it and know was no debatin' it   Killa Cam is lovin' it and them niggaz, thye hatin' it   Yeah they hatin' it, apple bottom, cracked they back   Daddy back? Daddy back, North, South, Cackalack   Matter fact (matter fact)   We flippin' like a acrobat   Money like them Arabics, here's my dick, have a sip   Havin' it (havin' it)   Yeah suck it till you smack your lips   After that, see your hubbie, ask him can you have a kiss   Now what's the ratio that you married a crazy hoe   That wanna give her man head right after felacio   Yeah felacio, that's when you grab her face and go   Uh uh uh uh uh uh, taste it hoe   In her mouth I had to place it yo   I let her hang out (why) she ain't have a place to go   But I let her go with Zeke in the Cadillac   Daddy back? Daddy back, haagh haagh, asthma attack      Hook      Verse 3   Juelz Santana:   They love this slow flow, they love the slow strokes   The bitch want me to lay her, call me Ozo   She love the fast whips, she love the fast dick   She love to jumpoff, we call it a mash pit   Big black Cadillac, extra wheel in the back   Just incase we catch a flat, tell her bitch change that   Yeah women got that love for me   They love R Kelly and I love to pee   I got no game, trust in me   I just ask 'em if they wanna pop, like bubbly      Freekey Zeekey:   But how my Caddy be slidin' through   Slidin' more bitches than you riders with them dollars   You can't handle what my Prada do   Imagine me, hoppin' out, diamonds, couple bottles ooh   Prada shades, pockets full, 730 rowdy dudes   Mami who you married to, Freek can get in that or two   Say you through, say you rather ride with this rapper dude   Watch her walk in the Caddy, no niggaz laugh at you   Daddy's back? Daddy's back   Ride off in the Cadillac      Hook