I don't give a fuck about you I'm riding 'round, pockets all blue With the nina, I don't even see a fool Ask the girl if she want Louis V or Jimmy Choo No this ain't nun new No this ain't nun new I hop out with my folks I hop out with poles I make sure that bitch is alright when she see Got a hunnid bands in Comme Des Garçons on my hip Pick her up then I drop her off but this not Lyft I got women they comin' in just for a deal Yeah, for real (For real) Yeah, for real (For real) Yeah, for real (Yeah, for real) Yeah, for real (Yeah, for real) I got a big ass gun with the steel I got a big baby mama she a MILF I remember I was just trappin' for a mill And I run it up, now I spend another mill And I run it up, now I spend another mill (For real) And I run it up, now I spend another mill (For real) And I run it up, now I spend another mill (For real, for real) And I run it up, now I spend another mill 'Cause you taste like candy We done went and bought matchin' bags 'Cause you taste like candy Hope you really don't pull a stop She just like a Grammy I dig in her panties Put you in a casket [?] like Randy I just want the [?] I just want the benji's Iced out, perfect time, Chrome Heart is on the lenses 'Cause you taste like candy Candy, candy 'Cause you taste like candy Candy 'Cause you taste like candy