ferrarirocher – candy lyrics
[chorus]
f-ck with me
and get some money
ya, ya, ya
f-ck with me
and get some money
ya, ya, ya
f-ck with me
and get some money
ya, ya, ya
f-ck with me
and get some money
ya, ya, ya
[verse 1: bitti hunni]
bitty honey
tunnel vision on the money
i see you laughing ho
but there is nothing funny
you a dummy, chummy b-tch
you ducking from me
booty juicy, gushy gummy
i’m so yummy
and i’m just tryna let it stack
cause i do this for the fam
not the fame, that’s a fact
i be twisting up like fans
fronto leaf in the back
getting paper is the plan
shorty ready to attack, let me
bring it, bring it, bring it backward
f-cking up this beat
yeah i think it got a fracture
turning up the heat
stack the cheese, no crackers
f-cking with the team
then get ready for the rapture
[chorus]
f-ck with me
and get some money
ya, ya, ya
f-ck with me
and get some money
ya, ya, ya
f-ck with me
and get some money
ya, ya, ya
f-ck with me
and get some money
ya, ya, ya
[verse 2: shamedaisy]
i ain’t looking like the type of b-tch you looking for
i ain’t nice for nothing
just a jiggy little ho
gang, gang, with the xanies
got me moving slow mo
i be cruising in the ubi
then i call a hunnid mo
i’m a jiggy lil’ ho
jiggy, jiggy lil’ ho
ooh, they riding on my wave
but they can’t stay afloat
i ain’t looking like the type of b-tch you fooling yo
if you cheating right on me
imma cheat a lil’ more
if i ever catch you creeping
then it’s murder what she wrote
yeah, it’s murder what she wrote
ok, murder what she wrote
ok
[chorus]
f-ck with me
and get some money
ya, ya, ya
f-ck with me
and get some money
ya, ya, ya
f-ck with me
and get some money
ya, ya, ya
f-ck with me
and get some money
ya, ya, ya
[verse 3: carmenza]
taking my time
getting what’s mine
i got a rack, yeah i’m gonna shine
i got the glock
strapped with the nine
all of my queens, yeah
we gon’ rise
coming from little, no compromise
only the real, gonna recognize
i’m a rhymey lil’ ho, but i’m fly
cause, b-tch, b-tch, b-tch
i’m so nasty
make my money oh so fastly
only eat the kitty if she cl-ssy
s-ssy, n-ggas can’t have me
n-ggas can’t catch me
ferrari whipping
á la mode is blasting
f-ck the fame
this fortune everlasting
yeah we jiggy baes
making money ain’t a phase
we some jiggy baes
ready to catch a case
we some jiggy baes
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