Candy
On a dark and stormy night
I don't blend in, bitch, I shine bright (Okay)
I heard your favorite rapper and he
Sounds like all-caps, sound like all hype (Okay)
But I don't write reviews 'cause that's
Something y'all do, something y'all type (Okay)
They treat my style like a family-size
Meal (Ha), they just sit around and bite (Okay)
I used to live with the roaches (Yeah)
Now my neighbors either dumb rich or damn white (Yeah, okay)
If you wanna get what you want in life
Then you gotta kill or you gotta fight (Okay)
If you my bitch then I'm with you (Yeah)
I don't give a fuck if you wrong or right
Niggas switchin' over figures that thеy
Ain't even touch yet, swеar I'll never get it
I'ma step back now, let's take a second (Okay)
People act like they ain't learn they lesson (Okay)
My son looks too cool, I designer dressed him (Okay)
Full Fendi set under my Margiela (Okay)
Foot on they neck, I won't ever let up (Damn, damn)
Foot on the gas (Woah), I stomp on the pedal
I need the best (Yeah), I ain't tryna settle
I got half a billion (Yeah), but it still ain't enough
Call me crazy, but you can never call me broke (Broke)
I put that fly shit on and post it, now they takin' notes (Notes)
Either way it go, we coast to coast and rolling dope (Rollin' dope)
I won't change the way I act no matter where I go (Where I go)
Can you feel me? Can you feel me? (What?)
Can you feel me? (Uh-huh) Can you feel me? (Yeah)
Can you feel me? (Uh-huh) Can you feel me? (Oh, yeah)
Can you feel me? (Oh, yeah) Can you feel me? (Let's go)
Yeah, Rico, I think they can feel you
Am I tripping? Or they get the spot and don't know what to do
Where's the ceiling? I think you took it off 'cause it look cool
I got niggas who will take your chain and take your life too
I need a house full of windows, you drive by, you can see this shit
Oh, lookie here, the richest bitch, who would've envisioned it?
Came from the trenches but the shoes I got are from Italy
I make my own cash, so can't nobody tell me what to spend (Woah)
Call me crazy, but you can never call me broke (Broke)
I put that fly shit on and post it, now they takin' notes (Notes)
Either way it go, we coast to coast and rolling dope (Dope)
I won't change the way I act no matter where I go (Where I go)
Can you feel me? Can you feel me? (What?)
Can you feel me? (Uh-huh) Can you feel me? (Yeah)
Can you feel me? (Uh-huh) Can you feel me? (Oh, yeah)
Can you feel me? (Oh, yeah) Can you feel me? (Let's go)
I don't blend in, bitch, I shine bright (Okay)
I heard your favorite rapper and he
Sounds like all-caps, sound like all hype (Okay)
But I don't write reviews 'cause that's
Something y'all do, something y'all type (Okay)
They treat my style like a family-size
Meal (Ha), they just sit around and bite (Okay)
I used to live with the roaches (Yeah)
Now my neighbors either dumb rich or damn white (Yeah, okay)
If you wanna get what you want in life
Then you gotta kill or you gotta fight (Okay)
If you my bitch then I'm with you (Yeah)
I don't give a fuck if you wrong or right
Niggas switchin' over figures that thеy
Ain't even touch yet, swеar I'll never get it
I'ma step back now, let's take a second (Okay)
People act like they ain't learn they lesson (Okay)
My son looks too cool, I designer dressed him (Okay)
Full Fendi set under my Margiela (Okay)
Foot on they neck, I won't ever let up (Damn, damn)
Foot on the gas (Woah), I stomp on the pedal
I need the best (Yeah), I ain't tryna settle
I got half a billion (Yeah), but it still ain't enough
Call me crazy, but you can never call me broke (Broke)
I put that fly shit on and post it, now they takin' notes (Notes)
Either way it go, we coast to coast and rolling dope (Rollin' dope)
I won't change the way I act no matter where I go (Where I go)
Can you feel me? Can you feel me? (What?)
Can you feel me? (Uh-huh) Can you feel me? (Yeah)
Can you feel me? (Uh-huh) Can you feel me? (Oh, yeah)
Can you feel me? (Oh, yeah) Can you feel me? (Let's go)
Yeah, Rico, I think they can feel you
Am I tripping? Or they get the spot and don't know what to do
Where's the ceiling? I think you took it off 'cause it look cool
I got niggas who will take your chain and take your life too
I need a house full of windows, you drive by, you can see this shit
Oh, lookie here, the richest bitch, who would've envisioned it?
Came from the trenches but the shoes I got are from Italy
I make my own cash, so can't nobody tell me what to spend (Woah)
Call me crazy, but you can never call me broke (Broke)
I put that fly shit on and post it, now they takin' notes (Notes)
Either way it go, we coast to coast and rolling dope (Dope)
I won't change the way I act no matter where I go (Where I go)
Can you feel me? Can you feel me? (What?)
Can you feel me? (Uh-huh) Can you feel me? (Yeah)
Can you feel me? (Uh-huh) Can you feel me? (Oh, yeah)
Can you feel me? (Oh, yeah) Can you feel me? (Let's go)
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Buendia, Bradford Aaron Lewis, Marie Claire Nicole Dorion Kelly
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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