Go Yea, like Damn it can't be real, can a cop forfil? When I'm making candy rain, and it's all for real Got me throwin all this doe, so much I don't treat the meal You ain't getting to the month, then you don't know how it feel Cream cheeses beagals, just left san diego Glove spin I spin, don't give a fuck about a payroll Roll so many hits that ass cow put me on the pay roll Now when I date wontago, they there mind is just my plado That's a whole lotta money (yea), a whole lotta ass We do a whole lotta flyin, that's a whole lotta gas And my asstray, I never have a bad day Cause throw a couple dollors I be see go make that assquake Like go, go, do your thing girl (yea) Bu-bu-bust it like we in the super-range girl I'm blowing stupid though, but never on the same girl I'm only fucking with er' if she down to fuck the same girl (Go) That's a gang bang (woo) Bang Bang (yea) Murder Case and every night we on the same thing Ain't no way to solve it (nah) Call it what you call it If you never been around it, then you don't know shit about it Damn it can't be real, can a cop forfil? When I'm making candy rain, and it's all for real Got me throwin all this doe, so much I don't treat the meal You ain't getting to the month, then you don't know how it feel