Candy Lady

[Intro: Nitti]

Hey, aye Gucci

Yo, just so they know we in the motherfuckin' studio nigga

See how we doin' that, that ghetto shit like this, y'all already

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh

Y'all heard that, I said y'all niggas ready

So icy in the buildin'

Gucci, where you at

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

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

We love blowing kush, stay blowing purp

[Hook: 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