Candy Coated

Nasser Ragland

In her inbox, now we fuckin', that's how we started
Give a bitch a stank face like I'm Martin
Blunt in my hand, too many heads, I ain't sparkin

I'm greedy with the money, I call that Tony Starkin
Bitch, get out my face, I already told you I'm off the market
Don't talk, cause it ain't shit to hit a target
Better get your bitch, you on my page, Red Harten
We hit every head you know we ain't parkin

I been goin' crazy, smoke so many Ps
Gotta roll the windows down for the ventilation
I ain't gettin' lazy, gotta keep goin
Yeah, this shit takes time and a little patience
Just gotta pace it, gotta roll the dice
It's a gamble, be smart, don't complicate it
Fuck bein' famous, I do it for the money and my family
And I love all the people hatin'

In her and box, now we fuckin', that's how we started
Give a bitch a stank face like I'm Martin
Blunt in my hand, too many heads, I ain't sparkin'

I'm greedy with the money, I call that Tony Starkin'
Bitch, get out my face, I already told you I'm off the market
Don't talk, cause it ain't shit to hit a target
Better get your bitch, you on my page, Red Harten
We hit every head you know we ain't parkin

You know I'm a smoker, but tonight I'm pourin' up
Baby, I never been a bitch, fill the cup
No woods, then it's double-decker, fill him up

As many shots, that's how many woods I'm rollin' up
Took too many shots and now the floor is movin' up
I'm gettin' older, so it's time to turn it up
Money in my pocket, I'm too old to fuck it up

Just like the Jeffersons, you know we movin' up
I been on the move, she heard I'm a Ragland
Now she wanna be a part of the family too
Gotta play it smooth, can't be candy coated

Cause you know the game ain't gon' be sweet to you
Gotta pay your dues, don't be a broke nigga
Cause you know the gang ain't savin' you
I ain't in the mood, only made a band
You know I only feel cool when I make two

Ha, ha, give it up
You thought you could play, but you can't compete with us
Money in my pocket, yeah, this shit just deep as fuck

I'm feelin' like John, cause there ain't no seein' us
They said I changed cause I ain't been showin' love
My pocket's gettin' bigger, so why would I give a fuck
All my money's made, I ain't get it off of luck

I'm at the top, why y'all niggas lookin' stuck
In her inbox, now we fuckin', that's how we started
Give a bitch a stank face like I'm Martin
Blunt in my hair, too many heads, I ain't sparkin'

I'm greedy with the money, I call that Tony Starkin'
Bitch, get out my face, I already told you I'm off the market
Don't talk, cause it ain't shit to hit a target
Better get your bitch she on my page, Red Harten
We hit every head you know we ain't parkin

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The song “Candy Coated” by Nasser was composed by Nasser Ragland.

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