Ty Bri
Candy Lady
[Intro]
(Rari on the beat)
(Philly Ferrari)

[Verse 1]
Got a, got a freak bitch, she be on some lil' freak shit
Blow this .410, that bitch got a very mean kick (Let it rip)
You don't like me, but your n***a tellin' me this (He tellin' me)
And I'm icy, he said that your diamond don't glist' (Ooh, ooh)
Wanna fight me? You know I keep that ruler on my hip (Let it rip)
Hold it tightly, trigger finger, that bitch never lift (It never lift)
Bitch, I might be, Gucci, you know I don't never trip (I never trip)
And I'm pricy, want my attention, spend a whole grip
Notoriety, these bitches ain't nearly fly as me (Uh-uh)
Rollin' silently, she hit the loud and now she high as me (Ooh, ooh)
You a snitch, n***a, in the feds, you show compliancy
So you a bitch, n***a, we don't talk unjustifiably (What?)
Roll the, roll the window down so I can let this Uzi breathe
Slidin' down your block, I'm poppin' Suzy, got her on her knees
Now she screamin', "Please don't do me, Ty Bri, I'm just tryna leave"
You a goofy, lil' bitch, I'm a nuisance, I don't need your pleas, bae

[Chorus]
I want you to throw some cash on me (Ooh)
Throw some cash on me
Throw some, throw some cash on me (Ooh, ooh)
Blow a bag on me
Throw some, throw some, throw some cash on me (Ooh)
Throw some cash on me
Throw some, throw some cash on me (Ooh, ooh)
Blow a, blow a bag on me