Man, I got everything candy-painted Candy-painted tint, shit's so dark I'd be lying if I said I ain't hit at least nine of my friends Plus, I got so much candy paint in my rims Paint be flyin' off my car Be candy paintin' the neighborhood kids I got that whole block lookin' like it's Candyland Ask about me, man, they be like, there go the candy man I park the car in the garage and go in and Come back the next mornin' The rims are still spinnin' Hit the wheels on that Phantom, man, that shit looks like the Batmobile 32-inch rims, shit, I ain't even got no wheels Custom-fitted, custom-kitted wood grain Custom everything, what's that on the seat? Custom mustard stain Now let's go hit the mall, y'all know that we finna ball Get out the car, they be like, "Ah, there go them superstars!" Hit every single store, flash a fucking wad of cash but I ain't buying shit, bitch Kiss my candy-painted ass We...
Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Hit the corner liquor store To get Corona, tip the owners Sipped it on the way out as I dipped, I wanna rip the road up And I'ma hit the cinema and I'ma get the hoes, When I be it, I be it, shit, anything goes I'm ballin' out of control, girls know I'm loaded with dough But, shit, I'm stingy as fuck I'm fuckin' stingy as hoes These bitches don't get a crumb, and it come but I'm like what up Shut up, bitch, sit up, get up off them knees My candy paint's enough If you're lucky, I'll let you hug me, but that's all you get Then I'ma split, disappear, a cloud of smoke is all you see Yeah...
Bitch, get the fuck out my car if we ain't finna fuck I'm horny as fuck, bitch, are you suckin' my dick or what? I'll fuck a chick in the butt, I really don't give a shit Is pretty Marshall gonna have to go choke me a bitch? You fuckin' keyed up my Benz Bitch, I beat up my friends Don't think I won't beat a bitch I'll kick a six-year-old in the ribs You fuckin' retard, I'll have you suckin' farts out my seat I'll teach you not to know how to control your bowels when you eat What the fuck do you think that colostomy bag is for, looks? I ain't waste nine bullets on you for you to not sing no hooks I fuckin' take a Make a Wish Foundation patient with me How 'bout some coke inside of your saline solution IV? Turn around and use it on me You tryna take my keys? You fuckin' broad, get in back, you're comin' to Florida with me, Tell your momma I'ma drop you off at the hospital later We finna make this run Take this gun and cover me, Slater And quit your...
