Lyrics
Mommy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop
Doing something unholy
A lucky, lucky girl
She got married to a boy like you
She'd kick you out if she ever, ever knew
'Bout all the - you tell me that you do
Dirty, dirty boy
You know everyone is talking on the scene
I hear them whispering about the places that you've been
And how you don't know how to keep your business clean
Mommy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop
Doing something unholy
He's sat back while she's dropping it
She'd be popping it
Yeah, she put it down slowly
Oh-eh-oh-eh-oh, he left his kids at
Ho-eh-oh-eh-ome, so he can get that
Mommy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop
Doing somethin' unholy
Mm, daddy, daddy, if you want it, drop the addy
Give me love, give me Fendi, my Balenciaga daddy
You gon' need to bag it up, 'cause I'm spending on Rodeo
You can watch me back it up, I'll be gone in the A.M
And he, he get me, Prada, get me Miu Miu like Rihanna
He always call me 'cause I never cause no drama
And when you want it, baby
I know I got you covered
And when you need it, baby
Just jump under the covers
Mommy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop
Doing something unholy
He's sat back while she's dropping it
She'd be popping it
Yeah, she put it down slowly
Oh-eh-oh-eh-oh, he left his kids at
Ho-eh-oh-eh-ome, so he can get that
Mommy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop
Doing something unholy
Doing something unholy
Doing something unholy
