Waka Flocka Flame - Candy Lady Remix lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane] Wa**up Flocka Wa**up Juice Joey Wooh Frenchie Man we got so much money we don't know what to do with man Wipe my a** with a hundred, boogars 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 a 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 n***a like Always beat it up so she call me Ike Candy lady take the n***as out the 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 [Hook: Gucci Mane] See she the type of girl that a n***a like And she'll jump off she'll help a n***a 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 hood call her the candy lady [Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame] Busting up in this b**h, Flocka need a bad b**h One night stand baby we can have a maverick Green chain cabbage, lil' shawty not your average Light, fake, 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 n***a stab that She say she digging me, she say she feeling me I'm so f**ing hot I burned her to the 3rd degree He so industry, I'm so f**ing hood Blowing purple tree and it taste so f**ing good [Hook] [Verse 4: Frenchie] Baby girl my sister, better off my best friend Cause if I hop up on a n***a bet she jumping in f** 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 [?] in the South before I got knocked She'll get money from all of my side b**hs to bail a n***a 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 [Hook]