I hear you′re looking for Candyman, bitch

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

All that greed, you should kill yourselfAll that greed, you should, uh, ayy

All that greed, you should kill yourself

Big geeked boy, I'ma heal myself

Another high-speed and she still ain′t ate

Sex, money, drugs, I can't feel my face

Big broke heart in the VIP

Drive so fast, we don't need IDs

Ho so pretty and she still gon′ bake

Another high-speed and she still ain′t ate

All that greed, you gon' fit right in

Took a lil′ break, now I'm back, pop a ten

Super charged Tune, they gon′ hear it's me

Burn this bitch down like literally

Put a bad bitch in a DDT

50K earring, nothing cheap

Bitch and her friend wanna buy me Chrome

Sitting back feeling like a P-I-M-P

Remember when niggas′d just give me hell

Rockin' big clothes like it's 2003

Pull up, 650, not G63

Have a cookout, everybody get smoke

Niggas going through it, code green like a lima bean

UK bitches tooted up off of ketamine

Turn him to a pack, leave him stuffed like a figurine

Nigga think he fly? We gon′ give that boy a set of wings

Four in the two, shoot-shoot, that′s the regiment

My jeweler just made a light like he Edison

Pussy grip tight on the finger like a wedding band

Drop a new clip in the Glock, got sleight of hand (ayy, ayy, ayy)

All that greed, you should kill yourself

Big geeked boy, I'ma heal myself

Another high-speed and she still ain′t ate

Sex, money, drugs, I can't feel my face

Big broke heart in the VIP

Drive so fast, we don′t need IDs

Ho so pretty and she still gon' bake

Another high-speed and she still ain′t ate