Candy Rain

Have you ever loved someone and don't like to talk to that Giving so much of you there, it ain't the only way Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you Cause you are Ayy, I'm young, rich, and havin, these niggas out here cappin Please flash a roll, I'm tired of asking where your bag went If I throw this brick up in your hands, would you catch it It's a drought out here, before I serve the food, I gotta stretch it Spent yo stash on my kicks, they know I got it without flexin Beat done, snatched the heart up out a nigga chest like it's a necklace Low with a bad bitch, we at Golden Nest for breakfast Told her get her passport, we ain't takin' trips to Texas Ayy, my neck icy, it's hot as f*ck, that's what I'm froze for Flashin all them tens in your pocket, boy, yo roll poor Three different flavors on the table, like I work for Benny's Grams go like hotcakes, swear to God, I could've cooked for Denny's Going half on them grams, boy, y'all all broke Ask my opps, when it's time to ball, they gon' all choke Ayy, what they on, them niggas cheap, I be scoring, shoot from deep 23's, I can't retire, got a Bron Bron on my heat In Miami, on the beach, my bitch bad, look at her teeth Yeah, I hear them niggas saying that I can't do it, wait and see This blick here got accuracy, I know they tryna tackle me can't slow down , I'm on they necks, I know they comin' after me I'm tryna bust this brick, she wanna f*ck, I told her after please Niggas talkin' all that money shit, I know it's make-believe Only paper on my mind, you wanna get it, join the team If you washed up, don't call my jack, I'm young and ballin', need a ring Track the bag like a AirTag, bitch, I hear every ping Bad bitch, her ass fat, you know I'm sellin' every dream And I don't gotta flash, no roll, bitch, I'm wearin' it Walk past the bitch, told her nigga, he embarrassing You got a lil' stash, I'm up, ain't no comparison Bad bitches love me neck icy, know they staring it She gon' choose every time, yeah, she heard her niggas sharin' fits I done flashed a couple blues, now I know she finna let me hit I'm young, rich, and having, these niggas out here cappin Please, flash a roll, I'm tired of askin' where your bag went If I throw this brick up in your hands, would you catch it It's a drought out here, before I start to food, I gotta stretch Spent yo stash on my kicks, they know I got it without flexin Be done, snatched the heart up out a nigga chest like its a necklace, low, with a bad bitch We at Golden Nest for breakfast , told her, get her passport We ain't takin' trips to Texas, baby