Candy

[Intro]

(Sap is on the beat)

[Verse 1: Berner]

I'm in a candy-paint Caddy with a candy rain fatty

Lil' thick bitch, yeah, she think my name Daddy

Never use the same addys, switch up spots

They wouldn't let me in the door, I pick the locks

Game over, this a takeover

It's hard to stay sober, I'm blazed

Been paid, fuck minimum wage

With some smoke like this, I got 'em trimmin' for days

I'm out here in The Bay, back and forth to LA

Place your order if you ready to shop

The lil' heat-sealed eight bags come in a box

Yeah, you gotta move mean so they don't run in your spot

Got the whole world on lock, you still runnin' your block

Checkmate, we still get it for the best rate

Yeah, they waiting for my next play

The good shit hit the chestplate

Open up the mail, another check came

[Chorus: Berner]

Yeah, everything candy

Yeah, everything candy

Everything candy

Yeah, everything candy (Candy, candy)

Candy (Candy, candy, candy)

Candy

[Verse 2: B-Real]

Candy paint on the Caddy with the fatty burnin'

Windows rolled up, smoke box, Dayton wheels turnin'

Candy flavor in my paper

Life Saver or a Now and Later, now a hater 'bout to catch an L

Neighbor crying 'bout the smell, told him go to hell

He ain't ran game, hit you with the spell

Flowers burnin', flowers sell

So exquisite, Xzibit rolled the blunt and hit it

Got the studio lit, it's nothin' how we did it

We're so committed, they call it obsession, fucking quit it

Just take a minute to inhale the bag and get it

Make a move, make a choice, make a good decision

You're at the counter, I'm watchin' you get tunnel vision

Insane glisten and listenin' to your instincts

Your brain shifting, it's Green Thumb, you know the link

You can find me here in Cali when I'm not on tour

Droppin' many flavors, it's Insane, you need more

[Chorus: Berner & Rick Ross]

Yeah, everything candy

Yeah, everything candy

Everything candy

Yeah, everything candy (Candy, candy, Smokin' one with my homies)

Candy (Candy, candy, candy)

Candy

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]

Step out the jacuzzi and Versace the robe (Huh)

Waiting for two hundred pounds that I got on the road (Boss)

I would put it on a plane, if not, know I would've drove

Only nigga in the South smokin' on West Coast

Black '59 Impala, set it on gold spokes (Yes)

Still two blocks away and you can smell my smoke

Quick to drop the top and let the breeze bless my beard

Candy-painted Caddy in my favorite year

Baddest bitches in the city, know that we just came to get it

Twistin' up on Collins Ave (Huh), then get right back to business

Got a thick bitch in the city, spillin' Belaire on her titties

Now we rolling up the vibes, and I started with the phillies

Canary yellow minks like I'm Frank Lucas lieutenant (Woah)

Cold motherfucker, bust a nut in seven minutes

Got a condo on the beach, it might've hit me seven million

I could never love a bitch, that's not the purpose for my feelings

Hold up, biggest (Maybach Music)

Roll up, Cookies

[Chorus: Berner]

Yeah, everything candy

Yeah, everything candy

Everything candy

Yeah, everything candy (Candy, candy)

Candy (Candy, candy, candy)

Candy

[Outro: Berner]

Candy

Candy

Yeah, everything candy (Candy, candy, candy, candy, candy, candy)