Candy Store

[Intro]
Alright, let's do this (Fuck Yaselves)

[Verse 1]
I got seven mac-elevens
About eight thirty-eights
Nine nines, ten mac-tens
The shits never end
Nah, just kiddin'
Even if I didn't have to get ya suit on me with the cap fitted
I would still be fly, I'm a big deal
I'm the type of guy to get a big meal
Get filet mignon or a braised veal
Stop starin' though, I'm tryna eat here
Girls in tight skirts with no panties
Kid in a candy store with no candy
I hit two shots of Goose and one beer
I'm tryna hit this pretty little thing over here
She got her hair done nice so it's long and wavy
Big boobs 'cause she had a baby, uh
I assume you won't get with Jay-Z
But I drive in a pink Mercedes
You ever go made out with two chicks
Had sex in the bed with Louis Vuitton print, uh
I don't know what romance is
You could blow more makes than chances
I'm a G with the cash to match it
You could tell by my price of fashion
A blue nights with a green Supreme jacket
Ima try to stick around like magic

[Outro]
Fuck Yaselves!
Yeah we did that