Fendi P & Cheeze Beatz - Candy & Gold Lyrics

[Intro](Motherfucker, I'm servin' cheese, nigga)(Cheeze)[Verse 1]Wake up in the morning, thank the Lord, start countin' breadNo love, bitch, cuddle with an AKShe think somethin' wrong with me, ho, get out my faceI seen my partner on the news, I'm like, "Ain't no fuckin' way"First stop, car wash, gotta ride cleanBumpin' Juve until I heard some sirens behind meTucked the Uzi, lookin' like, "What I'ma do with all the weed?"Thought they was on my ass, they was tryna get around meMan, they love to blow my high, I cut my music back highHad the candy baptized and it's slim with skinny tiresCatch me at a light rollin' up or gеttin' highMy shit never dirty, went to gеt a quick lil' wipe downBack to the hood, posted up three P'sNigga takin' they precious time, told his ass I'm finna leaveI was doin' a nigga a favor, I got places gotta beI be saucin' marinara, I got mozzarella cheeseGrowin' up, all I ever hung around was dope dealersHad a job washin' cars, how I met the pound snipperThirteen, had a .380, chrome and black, niggaFourteen, sellin' crack, nigga, just a trap nigga[Chorus]Doin' whatever just to make the money foldWant candy and goldGrindin', tryna make a little moreTo get the candy and goldDoin' whatever just to make the money foldWant candy and goldGrindin', tryna make a little moreTo get the candy and gold[Verse 2]Grind until I'm so tired, first one outsideJohnny spent so much, let him skip the whole lineHomie want a nine, money short this whole timeI'm at the bent back, every bitch she know fineBig cousin out the 9th Ward, he got a gold mineI pull up on Goldie's, you know P back East SideLike to keep my money neat, big eight hundreds, East SideTrap nigga playin' for the brick like, "Please, God"I be Bape and Fendi, wow, they offended, how?Plug playing games with me, these the wrong timesOne time I went to school, he stood my ass up three timesGod, it wasn't good, I tried re-rocking three timesHad me stressin', let it please lock, shit got me hotAll these fumes and this weed, think this shit got me highHit his jack like, "What's up with that? What the fuck was that?"He called him back, he like, "Where you at? Bitch, I'm in the trap"[Chorus]Doin' whatever just to make the money foldWant candy and goldGrindin', tryna make a little moreTo get the candy and goldDoin' whatever just to make the money foldWant candy and goldGrindin', tryna make a little moreTo get the candy and gold