M.I.L.F. $ (Parody)

You got that, you got that, you got that milk money
I got that, I got that, I got that dilf money
You got that, you got that, you got that milk money
I got that, I got that, I got that dilf money

The mumma's see me comma
From a hundred mile away
Drop my kid at school
Then I start my dad day

Coffee and a croissant at my favey cafe
Changing all the halogens, wifey not a fan of 'em
Slot it, twist it, yay!

Filling up the car with diesel
Because it gets 'ya more mileage for your money
You daddy fucker

You got that, you got that, you got that milk money
I got that, I got that, I got that dilf money

Me and the dads drilling the walls
Putting up shelves, scratching our balls
Flipping the meats, novelty apron
Drinking some prune for my constipation

I been working all week, now where the hell is my drink?
Girls should be in the kitchen pouring milk on their tits

Got the gladiator sandals, socks underneath
Pair them crisp jean shorts, with an armless fleece
Got these particular shades, and a lanyard strap
And a belt clip phone how fucking boss is that?

Don't gotta stay thin, with your shirt tucked in
And your trousers pulled up under your chin
We're the raddiest, baddiest, fattiest, nastiest
Daddiest dads that there's ever been

Now watch us do the dad dance

You got that, you got that, you got that milk money
I got that, I got that, I got that dilf money
You got that, you got that, you got that milk money
I got that dilf money
You daddy fucker