Candy Coated - Shawnna, 8-Ball & MJG

You know I keep it Dickie down get it to my toe

And when you see me reachin fa that itchy hit da flo'

It me and all my girls and they got us at the door

That queen kickin in do this nigga really know

We push 'em to da side and we make it through the club

They try to show me love, erebody want a hug

And now they tryin to hit me wit the bottles of the bub

But I be rollin sticky shawty hit me wit da dub

And now I got my hands up feelin real tight

We pourin out the Cognac buckin where the light

The dj shout me out and now they want me on the mic

Before I hit the stage I see some niggas finna fight

And now they on they monkey bone missin in my flow

But yo I know you heard about the niggas from the go

Roll up anotha B I see 'em slick its on the low

Here come security they tryin to kick us out the door.

Oh

Tryin to find out where the party at

Got a couple of them stacks finna mix it wit the Co-ni-ac

Weight a minute, weight a minute

Weight a minute, weight a minute

I’m at the club where the V.I.P

Stupid niggas at the door tryin to say they wanna see I. D

Weight a minute, 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 coated Monte Carlo wit the upgrain

Weight a minute now they wanna see a bitch ball

I’m iced out from my tittie to my tip toe

We at the bar finna but the whole thang out

And if somebody wanna start we can bang out

I let my chain swang down to my waistline

I won’t dance we just move to the base line

Tell a nigga wait a minute fo i take mine