Fancy (Canday)

Glah, Glah
Glah, Glah Boom
Like, damn
Qmoney
Yeh uh
Yeh, she fancy
Uh, yeh uh

Uh she fancy
Let's take a trip to Miami
She wanna go to the beach where it's sandy
I'm on a mission plan a gonna work so we don't need a Plan B
The sun beaming on her like candy
Or kinda like headlights that's beaming on Bambi
No Kali Uchis I need me a Grammy
I'm just talking my shit but don't misunderstand me

Qmoney done hopped in his bag
Swaggatraius I got the swag
We out to the stores she get what she want and you know that she don't gotta ask
Cause we fucking up commas like Future
So it's fuck the bs in the past
I been putting us first
We could never be last
So I hop on these beats and I spazz
Life fast so we moving faster
We just getting started
But this ain't the first chapter
I can't wait till I'm reaching my stature
So all the weight lifted up over my shoulders
And shit that was harder just start to not matter
Make a movie we don't need a capture
My life like a movie but I'm not a actor
I been preaching I feel like a pastor
And she know what I do in the back of the V
We get nasty
We under the sheets
We not flashy
We keep it discrete
I ain't tricking but she is a treat
Like
Uh
And you know that she staying in tune
And she rocking Baccarat Rouge
540 that's her perfume
She smell like (Canday) when we up in the room
That's my baby don't get it confused
When she with me like how could I lose
Cant nobody go do what you do
Damn uh
Cause she can get bags on her own
And they don't gotta know what we on
Cause you know that she uh

Uh she fancy
Let's take a trip to Miami
She wanna go to the beach where it's sandy
I'm on a mission plan a gonna work so we don't need a Plan B
The sun beaming on her like candy
Or kinda like headlights that's beaming on Bambi
No Kali Uchis I need me a Grammy
I'm just talking my shit but don't misunderstand me

And it's crazy
You know what I do for my lady
We can go hop in the back of Mercedes
Both chasing bags so you know we not lazy
Like uh
And she can go get what she want
She get the bag of the new Saint Laurent
You know that we got it we don't gotta flaunt
She say I'm top 2 but she know I'm the one
Yeh she know I'm the one and only
We don't gotta keep it lowkey
Introduced her to my homies like
You know that she fancy no Drake
Nails done hair done everything did
And you know that that shit never fake cause

She fancy
Let's take a trip to Miami
She wanna go to the beach where it's sandy
I'm on a mission plan a gonna work so we don't need a Plan B
The sun beaming on her like candy
Or kinda like headlights that's beaming on Bambi
No Kali Uchis I need me a Grammy
I'm just talking my shit but don't misunderstand me



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