Cotton Candy
Rico (let's go Molly)
Whoa, yeah-yeah
Whoa-ooh-whoa
Huh, huh, huh (yeah)
Whoa-ooh-whoa
Ridin' in a Beamer truck
On my way to pick my bitch up
No, this isn't a stick-up
One second, I get right with ya
I step out, they be takin' pictures
You step out, all you hear is crickets
You on now but I been did it
No lackin', won't catch me slippin'
I live everyday like I might die the next one
She just wanna hang around because I have fun
I know that I got my own but, baby, bring some
I'm the girl your mama said just stay away from
In a cotton candy coupe
Boxes full of money, it look like I'm finna move
You can't keep up wit me 'cause I'm always on the move
They tried to count me out but either way, I'm still good
In a cotton candy coupe
Boxes full of money, it look like I'm finna move
You can't keep up with me 'cause I'm always on the move
They tried to count me out but either way, I'm still good
Yeah, yeah
Baby, I'm the bomb, no C-4
Only countin' C-notes
What these bitches all mad at me for?
Ridin' in a two door, this is not a Honda
I ain't even smoke yet and I smell like marijuana
No, she ain't my ho but I could fuck her if I wanna
If I'ma take a trip then I'ma go to Tijuana
In a space suit, in a space coupe
Oh shit (haha), I meant
In a cotton candy coupe (let's Go)
Boxes full of money, it look like I'm finna move
You can't keep up wit me 'cause I'm always on the move
They tried to count me out but either way, I'm still good
In a cotton candy coupe
Boxes full of money, it look like I'm finna move
You can't keep up wit me 'cause I'm always on the move
They tried to count me out but either way, I'm still good
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Let's go Molly)