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