He made her whisper that she's daddy's girl
So she closes her eyes and pretends it's a dream
Sweat stains the wrinkles
His wife's at work and his kids are at school
She knows that it's wrong
But she feels so good in Louis Vuitton
You got a gold hole sugar
You got a gold hole sugar
You got a gold hole sugar
You got a gold hole sugar
And it makes me feel like I am rich
And it makes me feel like I am rich
And it makes me feel like I am rich
It makes me scratch that tender itch
WRITERS
Sean Coyle-Smith, Joshua Finerty, Charles Forbes, Edward Hammond Green, Charlie Steen