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 snort on 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...