M.I.L.F $ (Parody) - The Midnight Beast

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

Changin' 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

Flippin' 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