Candy Lady (Remix)

[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