Candy Lady Video (MV)

[talking: Gucci Mane]
Wassup flocka, wassup juice
Joey, wooh, frenchie
Man we got so much money
We don't know what to do w/ this shit man
Whip my ass w/ hundreds
Buggers on the money
Blow my nose w/ the money
It's Gucci, it's the burr burr burrpint 3
Getting kinda cold in here, iced
Out drinkin ' a cold soda chillen in the ac
Hoppin ' out the igloo
In austria east atlanta

[OJ Da Juiceman:]
Candy lady daisy
Whippin up a baby
It's a street brawl &
My baby brought the razor
... got my truck roller skatin
Early in the morning
Lots of... grits & bacon
Baby girl one hundred
She don't do no fakin '
Bought my girl a bag &
She brought me back a AR [x2]

[French Montana:]
Now she the kinda girl that a nigga like
Always beat it up so she call me ike
Candy lady take the niggas out to candy land
She got you spending all your money like a cieling fan
GO, glock 4-5 fully loaded clip
BAH, don't think that she gone go pull it
And she let it rip
She say she like my chain
She want the samethang
So she got the bird w/ the pink rings

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
See she type a girl that a nigga like
When shit jump off she'll help a nigga fight
She more than lover she more like a sister
I buy her a bag she buy me a pistol
It's early in the morning she what I'm whippin
And when she call that, I call it homes cookin
See that's my old lady, she drive me crazy
But the homies in the hood call her a
Candy lady

[Waka Flocka Flame:]
Bust up in this f*ckin bitch
Flocka need a bad bitch
One night stand baby we can have a marriage
Green chain cabbage lil ' shawty not yo average
Light, thick, cute OH MY GOD
Jump in my car... I can make you a star
Swagg to the roof waka flame he the truth
Got goons that's gone shoot
Tell yo man to bag back, all that flirtin
Can a nigga stab that, she said
She diggin ' me she said she feelin ' me
I'm so f*ckin hot I burned her to the 3rd degree
He so industry I'm so f*ckin ' hood
Blowing purple tree & it taste so f*ckin ' good

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
See she type a girl that a nigga like
When shit jump off she'll help a nigga fight
She more than lover she more like a sister
I buy her a bag she buy me a pistol
It's early in the morning she what I'm whippin
And when she call that, I call it homes cookin
See that's my old lady, she drive me crazy
But the homies in the hood call her a
Candy lady

[Wooh Da Kid:]
Baby girl my sister, better off my bestfriend
Cause if I hop up on a nigga bet she jumpin ' in
F*ck a nickle bag, keylod she shiftin ' in
I ask her four or five pounds & she bring me ten
That's why I follow her, she don't want tolapia
I give her a cheeseburger and promise not
To lie to her, born in the south, if I got locked
She'll get money from all of my side bitches
And bail a nigga out, that's why I call her my main
Squeeze in the drop w/ that cool breeze
When I see her I freeze I like to watch her like hd
Yeah that's my baby, no beyonce or jay-z
She'll walk up on you & rock a bye baby

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
See she type a girl that a nigga like
When shit jump off she'll help a nigga fight
She more than lover she more like a sister
I buy her a bag she buy me a pistol
It's early in the morning she what I'm whippin
And when she call that, I call it homes cookin
See that's my old lady, she drive me crazy
But the homies in the hood call her a
Candy lady