Released: November 16, 2007

Songwriter: Beyoncé

Producer: Beyoncé

[Intro: Beyoncé]
Damn that was so good I wanna buy him a short set

[Verse 1: Beyoncé]
I’ma  be like a jolly rancher that you get from the corner store
I’ma  be like a waffle cone that’s dripping down to the floor
The way you do it for me, I can’t lie (Lie!)
About to be up in the mall all night (Yes!)
Whatever  I get you putting it on (Yes!)
Don’t  give me no lip, let mama do it all

[Chorus: Beyoncé]
Let me be, I wants to be, gots to be
Your  suga, give mama some suga mama
Suga ma-ma, ma-ma
I’m your suga mama (Suga mama)
Let me be, I wants to be, gots to be
I  don’t want no baby on my waist
'Cause I’m a suga ma-ma-ma-ma
I’m your suga mama (Suga mama, hey, hey)
Sit on mama lap, hey!
Come sit on mama lap, hey!
Come sit on mama lap, hey, hey!
Come sit on mama lap, hey!

[Verse 2: Beyoncé]
It’s so good to the point that I’d
Do anything to keep you home (On the phone)
Baby, what you want me to buy?
My accountant’s waiting on the phone (On the phone)
Just the thought of making love to you (You!)
Dropping everything that’s what I’ll do (I'll do!)
Whatever I get, you putting it on (Oh!)
Now, take it off while I watch you perform

[Chorus: Beyoncé]
Let me be, I wants to be, gots to be
Your suga, give mama some suga mama
Suga ma-ma, ma-ma
I’m your suga mama (Suga mama)
Let me be, I wants to be, gots to be
I don’t want no baby on my waist
'Cause I’m a suga ma-ma-ma-ma
I’m your suga mama (Suga mama, hey, hey)
Sit on mama lap, hey!
Come sit on mama lap, hey!
Come sit on mama lap, hey, hey!
Come sit on mama lap, hey!

[Verse 3: Beyoncé]
And I’ve always been the type to take care of mine
I know just what I’m doing
Don’t you worry it’s cool and everything is steady
Got you you on my taxes already, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I promise I won’t let no bills get behind
'Cause every touch, every kiss and hug
You best believe it’ll be on time
Suga mama, mama, mama, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Beyoncé]
Let me be, I wants to be, gots to be
Your suga, give mama some suga mama (I give you all my money, baby)
Suga ma-ma, ma-ma (Turn me out, boy, something crazy)
I’m your suga mama (Suga mama)
Let me be, I wants to be, gots to be (Take my credit cards, take my house, take my car)
I don’t want no baby on my waist (Don't forget to give mama some sugar)
'Cause I’m a suga ma-ma-ma-ma (Some sugar, when you walk out that door)
I’m your suga mama (Suga mama, hey, hey)

[Outro: Beyoncé]
Sit on mama lap, hey, hey! (yes)
Come sit on mama lap, hey! (yes)
Come sit on mama lap, hey, hey! (yeah)
Come sit on mama lap, hey, hey! (yeah, yeah)
Sit on mama lap, hey, hey!
Come sit on mama lap, hey!
Come sit on mama lap, hey, hey!
Come sit on mama lap, hey!

Beyoncé

In the twenty-first century, no pop star was as poised, as polished, or as generally fierce as Beyoncé. She scored early success with Destiny’s Child, who started out as a sexier and sassier (if less adult) version of TLC, then steadily became more and more of a vehicle for Beyoncé’s operatic vocals and general diva-tude, which may have been the plan all along.

Whether appearing in TV spots, co-starring in films like Dreamgirls, or killing it every night on stadium tours, Beyoncé was omnipresent in the 2000s. Almost everybody, Beygency member or otherwise, loved shiny, hip-hop-fueled hits like “Crazy in Love”, and “Single Ladies (Put a Ring on It)”. Moving into the 2010s, Beyoncé fights on, gaining more and more traction in pop culture with her work and music.

She has made a significant impact upon the music landscape in general with her recent albums 4 and BEYONCÉ, which explored complex themes like motherhood, feminism, marriage, sexuality, and doubt in a greater depth. With Lemonade, she went a step further—the fierce, intimate exploration of marriage, infidelity, and forgiveness was her most personal and musically daring album yet.