Candy Lady

Hey, hey Gucci

You know, they say they love, we get in the motherfucking studio, ****

They say we doin' that, that ghetto shit like this

(Gangsta)

Y'all heard that, I said y'all **** ready?

So icy in the buildin'

Gucci, where you at

See she the candy lady I'm the candy Mane

She got 3 blocks on her call her candy cane

Like my Glock 9 I keep her right beside me

First I make her drive then I let her ride me

Brand new Gucci bag with a pocket scale

Plus she bust open the bags with her finger nails

She got carats on her wrist and diamonds on her neck

She in my drop top vet thumbing through the check

She say money make her cum, trapping make her wet

Every time we have sex I try to make her sweat

I keep her with some work and keep her in a skirt

(Gangsta)

We love blowing kush, stay blowing purp

See she the type of girl that a **** like

And she'll jump off she'll help a **** fight

She more than a lover she more like a sister

I buy her a bag she buy me a pistol

It's early in the morning she water whippin'

And what you call that I call it homecookin'

See that's my old lady she drive me crazy

But the homies in hood call her the candy lady