Nitti - Candy Lady lyrics

[Intro: Nitti] Hey, aye Gucci Yo just so they know we in the motherf**in' studio n***a See how we doin' that, that ghetto sh** like this, y'all already Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh Y'all heard that, I said y'all n***as ready So icy in the buildin' Gucci, where you at [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] See she the candy lady I'm the candy Mane She got 3 blocks on her call her candy cane Like my Glock 9 I keep her right beside me First I make her drive then I let her ride me Brand new Gucci bag with a pocket scale Plus she bust open the bags with her finger nails She got carats on her wrist and diamonds on her neck She in my drop top vet thumbing through the check She say money make her cum, trapping make her wet Every time we have s** I try to make her sweat I keep her with some work and keep her in a skirt We love blowing kush, stay blowing purp [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