Lyricist : Blake Slatkin/Omer Fedi/Sam Smith/Kim Petras/James Napier/Ilya Salmanzadeh/Henry Walter
Composer : Blake Slatkin/Omer Fedi/Sam Smith/Kim Petras/James Napier/Ilya Salmanzadeh/Henry Walter
Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop
Doing something unholy
He lucky, lucky, lu- (Ooh)
He lucky, lucky, lu- (Yeah, yeah)
He lucky, lucky, lu- (Hehe, ahh)
He lucky, lucky, lu-
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 whisperin' 'bout the places that you‘ve been
And how you don't know how to keep your business clean
Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop
Doing somethin' unholy
He's sat back while she's droppin' it
She'd be poppin' it
Yeah, she put it down slowly
Oh, eh, oh, eh, oh, he left his kids at home
Eh, oh, eh, oh, so he can get that-
Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop (Hehe)
Doing somethin' unholy (Woo)
Mmm, daddy, daddy, if you want it, drop the addy (Yeah)
Give me love, give me Fendi, my Balenciaga daddy
You gon' need to bag it up, 'cause I'm spending on Rodeo (Woo)
You can watch me back it up, I'll be gone in the AM
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
Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop (Shop)
Doing somethin' unholy
He's sat back while she's droppin' it (She)
She'd be poppin' it (She)
Yeah, she put it down slowly
Oh, eh, oh, eh, oh, he left his kids at home
Eh, oh, eh, oh, so he can get that-
Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop
Doing somethin' unholy
