you dance, the way you fit in them pants Enter the floor, take it low, girl, do it again You know I love that (I love that) Now where them girls at? (Where the girls
girls be like Low cut Caesars wit the deep waves (Deep waves) So quick to snatch up your Beyonce (Beyonce) Always comin' down poppin' our way (Our way) Tellin' us that country girls
, weight a minute Weight a minute, weight a minute I'm big balla but I don't drink champagne White mink to da flo', color cocaine Gator boots and the belt wit the low frame Candy
my new runway International roller, while y'all still ridin' round local Crusin' through in somethin' chopped off at the roof Tearin' up my baby doll new hair-do Candy
spent all my coins I'm down to my loins So I've run away To a happy ending And a girl who won't sin Jot me down in your note book Keep the lights low
stand up on this one D Boys, this a gangsta party Bun B, Eightball and this ya boy Yo Gotti [Hook: Yo Gotti] All my hot girls bop for me Go 'head and
doe doe with this 4 4 got the hat back with the seats low Blowin doe doe with this 4 4 got the hat back with the seats low Blowin doe doe with this 4
down like that What up Jones? Dipset, nigga Bitch my Cadillac is candy an' my pistol is pearl My best friend is a pimp an' his bottom bitch is ya' girl
Verse 3 - Bun B] Well its the trill O.G. I got the neighbourhood soul Kush is dead I'm gettin' blowed Ridin', bangin', gettin' throwed in the candy painted low
in these streets Knowin' that me and that nigga got beef, okay girl Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that, no Oh girl,
are green, red roses too I see the blunts, for me and you And I say to myself, what a wonderful world It's the illest little story for all the girls
, outclass them Bring your favorite rapper to fight, I'll trash him Then I'll leave in a timely fashion Uh, emcees get the tiny rations Your girl hold
girls the truth when they ask what I'm about The cookies and the cream and the peaches an' praline Butter pecan themes in your daydreams All real sugar, no Saccharin Low
you know dat muhammad why they sold that We stepping on these niggaz like a muthafuckin door mat When I hit the scene they take pictures call me Kodak These girl
fo fo I'm going to give it to you baby, nice and slow Fifty, you goin' to end up dead when you fuckin' with crack Talk about your girl pop off, where
Wonder what it'd cost to buy your dreams Open you up so you could try new things They call me the candy man, but you ice cream Speadin my love girl, you
terrific Hitting switches in a classic Chevy Impala watch me tip it The sun is shining and couldn't be brighter I'm rolling down valley and Cali in a candy low
) Some na na (Na, na, na) Out with the old girl, in with the new Tastes so good, lemme get me a spoon Thirty one flavors, I'm pimpin' with you And girl