Testo Cotton Candy

Rico
Woah, yeah-yeah
Woah-ooh-woah
Huh, huh, huh (Yeah)
Woah-ooh-woah

Ridin' in a Beamer truck
On my way to pick my bitch up No, this isn't a stick-up
One second, I get right wit ya
I step out, they be takin' pictures
You step out, all you hear is crickets
You on now but I been did it
No lackin', won't catch me slippin'
I live everyday like I might die the next one
She just wanna hang around because I have fun
I know that I got my own but baby, bring some
I'm the girl your mama said just stay away from

In the cotton candy Coupe
Boxes full of money, it look like I'm finna move
You can't keep up wit me 'cause I'm always on the move
They tried to count me out but either way, I'm still good In the cotton candy Coupe
Boxes full of money, it look like I'm finna move
You can't keep up wit me 'cause I'm always on the move
They tried to count me out but either way, I'm still good
Yeah, yeah

Baby, I'm the bomb, no C-4
Only countin' C-notes
What these bitches all mad at me for?
Ridin' in a two door, this is not a Honda
I ain't even smoke yet and I smell like marijuana
No, she ain't my hoe but I could fuck her if I wanna
If I'ma take a trip then I'ma go to Tijuana
In a space suit, in a space Coupe
Oh shit (haha), I meant

In the cotton candy Coupe (Let's Go)
Boxes full of money, it look like I'm finna move
You can't keep up wit me 'cause I'm always on the move
They tried to count me out but either way, I'm still good
In the cotton candy Coupe
Boxes full of money, it look like I'm finna move
You can't keep up wit me 'cause I'm always on the move
They tried to count me out but either way, I'm still good
Yeah, yeah, yeah