I hear you′re looking for Candyman, b***h
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
All that greed, you should kill yourself
All that greed, you should, uh, ayy
All that greed, you should kill yourself
Big geeked boy, I'ma heal myself
Another high-speed and she still ain′t ate
Sex, money, drugs, I can't feel my face
Big broke heart in the VIP
Drive so fast, we don't need IDs
Ho so pretty and she still gon′ bake
Another high-speed and she still ain′t ate
All that greed, you gon' fit right in
Took a lil′ break, now I'm back, pop a ten
Super charged Tune, they gon′ hear it's me
Burn this b***h down like literally
Put a bad b***h in a DDT
50K earring, nothing cheap
Bitch and her friend wanna buy me Chrome
Sitting back feeling like a P-I-M-P
Remember when niggas′d just give me hell
Rockin' big clothes like it's 2003
Pull up, 650, not G63
Have a cookout, everybody get smoke
Niggas going through it, code green like a lima bean
UK bitches tooted up off of ketamine
Turn him to a pack, leave him stuffed like a figurine
Nigga think he fly? We gon′ give that boy a set of wings
Four in the two, shoot-shoot, that′s the regiment
My jeweler just made a light like he Edison
Pussy grip tight on the finger like a wedding band
Drop a new clip in the Glock, got sleight of hand (ayy, ayy, ayy)
All that greed, you should kill yourself
Big geeked boy, I'ma heal myself
Another high-speed and she still ain′t ate
Sex, money, drugs, I can't feel my face
Big broke heart in the VIP
Drive so fast, we don′t need IDs
Ho so pretty and she still gon' bake
Another high-speed and she still ain′t ate
