Text: Ron Isley. Mr I. Supposed To Do.

Oh, you supposed to have a stone worth a half a million
Oh, you supposed to have matchin' heels and hair bands, yes
And, oh, who is gonna get upon you, baby?
Who else got you shoppin' on a deli?
Big daddy, that's who

Ain't that what I'm supposed to do for you, baby?
Ain't that what I'm supposed to do for you, lady?
I'm supposed to put you in the house, put you in the car
In them fancy clothes, turn you into a star
That's what I'm supposed to do
Supposed to do for you

Oh, you supposed to have breakfast cooked in the morning
And, oh, you supposed to have sex at the crack of dawn and
Oh, who else gonna do it for you, baby?
Who else gonna drive you crazy?
Big daddy, that's who

Ain't that what I'm supposed to do for you, baby?
Ain't that what I'm supposed to do for you, lady?
I'm supposed to put you in the house put you in the car
In them fancy clothes, turn you into a star
That's what I'm supposed to do
Supposed to do for you

Hills of the Aspen, playin' in the snow
Put them pictures on your Face Book and let them haters know
Shop in Italy and spend about a hundred grand
It ain't nothin' to me, it's just a couple rubber bands

And we can take a flight on a charter
Your daddy loves what I'm doing for his daughter
So welcome to the good life
Damn right

Ain't that what I'm supposed to do for you, baby?
Ain't that what I'm supposed to do for you, lady?
I'm supposed to put you in the house put you in the car
In them fancy clothes, turn you into a star
That's what I'm supposed to do
Supposed to do for you

Hey, lady
(It's all for you, baby)
Hey, what I am supposed to do?
Oh, child