Candy Lady (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane] Wassup Flocka Wassup Juice Joey Wooh Frenchie Man, we got so much money we don't know what to do with this shit, man Wipe my ass with a hundred, boogers on my money, blow my nose with the money It's Gucci, it's the Burr- Burr- Burrprint 3 Getting kinda cold in here, iced out, drinking a cold soda Chilling in the AC, hopping out the igloo, in Austria East Atlanta [Verse 1: OJ Da Juiceman] Candy lady daisy, whipping up a baby It's a street brawl and my baby brought the razor [?] got my truck rollerskating Early in the morning like the [?] Baby girl 100, she don't do no faking Brought my girl a bag then she brought me back a AR Baby girl 100, she don't do no faking Brought my girl a bag then she brought me back a AR [Verse 2: Wooh Da Kid] Now she the kinda girl that a nigga like Always beat it up so she call me Ike Candy lady take the niggas out to candy land She got you spending all your money like a ceiling fan Glock .45, fully loaded clip Don't think that she gon' pull it if she let it rip She say she like my chain, she want the same thing First she got the bird with the pink rings [Chorus: Gucci Mane] See, she the type of girl that a nigga like And she'll jump off, she'll help a nigga 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 the hood call her the candy lady [Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame] Busting up in this bitch, Flocka need a bad bitch One night stand, baby, we can have a maverick Green chain cabbage, lil' shawty not your average Light, thick, cute, oh my god Jump in my car, I can make you a star My swag to the roof, Waka Flame be the truth Got goons that's gon' shoot, tag your man in body bag All that flirting, can a nigga stab that? She say she digging me, she say she feeling me I'm so fucking hot, I burned her to the 3rd degree He so industry, I'm so fucking hood Blowing purple tree and it taste so fucking good [Chorus: Gucci Mane] See, she the type of girl that a nigga like And she'll jump off, she'll help a nigga 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 the hood call her the candy lady [Verse 4: Frenchie] Baby girl my sister, better off my best friend 'Cause if I hop up on a nigga, bet she jumping in Fuck a nickel bag, kilo she shifting in I ask her for 5 pounds but she bring me 10 That's why I follow her, she don't want tilapia Just give her a cheeseburger and promise not to lie to her Born in the South If I got knocked, she'll get money from all of my side bitches to bail a nigga out That's why I call her my main squeeze, fittna drop with that cool breeze When I see her I freeze, I like to watch her like HD Yeah, that's my baby, no Beyonce and Jay-Z 'Cause she walk up on you and rock-a-bye baby [Chorus: Gucci Mane] See, she the type of girl that a nigga like And she'll jump off, she'll help a nigga 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 the hood call her the candy lady