Welcome to Daddy (Interlude)

Yeah Always get it popping you'd think we're airbags Go harder than a bank I'm Goldman Sach's Profit margins have always been in my plans If you talk too much bring silence to lamb Anything illegal gets thrown in canals Neighbors scuba'd up in my locale Remember swimming up and lifting morale Later at Micosoukee it was a battle royale She wanna ride the guap, so i spent it on a saddle Living in Brickell, It's Like the tower of Babel When she want the wood, I always put on a flannel Couldn't afford nice cars, but that bass always rattle My daughter dresses up, my God how she dazzles She needs to stop growing up , OG Papi gon' get saddened These doors are opening up, and I never touched a handle All these words true, Welcome to Daddy...