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letra de candy & gold - fendi p & cheeze beatz

[intro]
(motherf-cker, i’m servin’ cheese, n-gga)
(cheeze)

[verse 1]
wake up in the morning, thank the lord, start countin’ bread
no love, b-tch, cuddle with an ak
she think somethin’ wrong with me, ho, get out my face
i seen my partner on the news, i’m like, “ain’t no f-ckin’ way”
first stop, car wash, gotta ride clean
bumpin’ juve until i heard some sirens behind me
tucked the uzi, lookin’ like, “what i’ma do with all the weed?”
thought they was on my ass, they was tryna get around me
man, they love to blow my high, i cut my music back high
had the candy baptized and it’s slim with skinny tires
catch me at a light rollin’ up or gеttin’ high
my sh-t never dirty, went to gеt a quick lil’ wipe down
back to the hood, posted up three p’s
n-gga takin’ they precious time, told his ass i’m finna leave
i was doin’ a n-gga a favor, i got places gotta be
i be saucin’ marinara, i got mozzarella cheese
growin’ up, all i ever hung around was dope dealers
had a job washin’ cars, how i met the pound snipper
thirteen, had a .380, chrome and black, n-gga
fourteen, sellin’ crack, n-gga, just a trap n-gga
[chorus]
doin’ whatever just to make the money fold
want candy and gold
grindin’, tryna make a little more
to get the candy and gold
doin’ whatever just to make the money fold
want candy and gold
grindin’, tryna make a little more
to get the candy and gold

[verse 2]
grind until i’m so tired, first one outside
johnny spent so much, let him skip the whole line
homie want a nine, money short this whole time
i’m at the bent back, every b-tch she know fine
big cousin out the 9th ward, he got a gold mine
i pull up on goldie’s, you know p back east side
like to keep my money neat, big eight hundreds, east side
trap n-gga playin’ for the brick like, “please, god”
i be bape and fendi, wow, they offended, how?
plug playing games with me, these the wrong times
one time i went to school, he stood my ass up three times
god, it wasn’t good, i tried re-rocking three times
had me stressin’, let it please lock, sh-t got me hot
all these fumes and this weed, think this sh-t got me high
hit his jack like, “what’s up with that? what the f-ck was that?”
he called him back, he like, “where you at? b-tch, i’m in the trap”
[chorus]
doin’ whatever just to make the money fold
want candy and gold
grindin’, tryna make a little more
to get the candy and gold
doin’ whatever just to make the money fold
want candy and gold
grindin’, tryna make a little more
to get the candy and gold

- fendi p cheeze beatz

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