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[Verse 1]
Chocolate covered lover, you’ve never been so sweet before
Open our bodies, I quietly knock on your door
I just wanna sweet talk for awhile
Whisper all the things I absolutely adore
About your smile, it’s like I’m in a candy store
Oh, I love your sugar coating words

[Pre-Chorus]
Maybe it’s the way the honey drips off of your lips
Maybe it’s the taste of your caramel apple kiss

[Chorus]
And your heart is so sweet, all that sugar loving, it belongs to me
Candy man, you are mine
You know how you get me, get me sugar high
High, oh, high
High, oh, high

[Verse 2]
Your cotton candy voice melts in my mouth as you speak
Beautiful boy, your words are made of poetry
I, I could listen to you all day

[Pre-Chorus]
Maybe it’s the way you laffy taffy love
Maybe it’s the way you run your hands up my back

[Chorus]
And your heart is so sweet, all that sugar loving, it belongs to me
Candy man, you are mine
You know how you get me, get me sugar high
High, oh, high
High, oh, high

[Bridge]
Maybe it’s the way you lay me down at night
Or how you turn November into hot summer July

[Chorus]
And your heart is so sweet, all that sugar loving, it belongs to me
Candy man, you are mine
You know how you get me, get me sugar high

[Chorus](x2)
Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game

[Verse 1]
I’m jamming to Max B, we low in these leather seats
Yo’ hoe wanna be with me and she bold, she don’t care who see
Andretti OG all I smoke in my Rolls
Represent the NO, light anywhere that I go
All my jewelry stay froze, wrist cold, ice yellow gold
Cash flow too thick to fold, stacks like erry show
In the mode this year, I grab the hustle by the throat
Sleeper hold, never letting go, you don’t believe you’ll get shown
In a six grain coupe, with the brains blown
Bottom bitch on the wheel, while I stuff up another cone
You dont believe you’ll be shown
I like your bitch she will be flown in

[Chorus](x2)
Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game

[Verse 2]
See what I’m in it for, when I open that Bentley door
Mink on the floor, the stinkiest O, 28 grams to smoke
Bitches was lagging on me, but now they want tag along
Cause they smell the money cologne success in the air
And the aroma strong, she know what she want
She know who a don in the game
She know who a pawn and a lame
She know who a boss she know who lost
She know who running things
Walking the walk and talking that talk
She know where the G’s parked, she recognize all my cars

[Chorus](x2)
Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game

[Verse 1]
Mo’ paper, mo’ haters, that’s a known fact
That’s why some niggas get on
They leave their town they never come back
I never done that
I understand that position cause stardom make you a target
They starving in my city
But I’m sliding in that Wraith, angel on the hood
I made it on by God’s grace, no enemies made it through
Getting high behind them gates
Bout to install a fountain in the living room
I’m higher than the moon

[Chorus]
Niggas tryna put my game on freeze
Small thing to a giant, it’s nothing to me
I’m high beneath these palm trees
Bout to take over Wall Street
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze
Haters tryna put your game on freeze
Bitches tryna put the game on freeze
Small thing to a giant, it’s nothing to me
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze

[Verse 2]
New studio built, fully equipped
I’m up in here round the clock wrapping bricks
Me and Rich on the quest like Johnny and Hadji
Coupe Maserati, cop that for my downest mami’s
You never see me drive it
Ferrari shorty but I’m always low riding
Bitches like to see G’s hit switches
My life is exciting, my life is enticing
Feds building [?] and files about me
But I’m straight you know my paper got me

[Chorus]
Haters tryna put your game on freeze
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze
Haters tryna put your game on freeze
Bitches tryna put the game on freeze
Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, nigga yea
Jet Life

[Intro]
What’s it all for? What’s it all for?
What’s it all for? What’s it all for?
What’s it all for? What’s it all for?
Tell me what’s it – what’s it all for?
What’s it all for? Tell me what’s it all for?
What’s it all for? Yea

[Verse 1]
Crosses get thrown
Cliques get torn apart before they even really start getting on
Small change staying in the way of big money
Smoke some with your OG learn something
Wrist froze my soul ice cold, arm yellow gold
And cashed out a couple kilos
Cut my grass low built my fence high cause I that heard snakes fly
Shut your operation down from the inside
Get tapped in the wire before you realize trapping lied
Scramming for dollar signs
You gamble with your life only could lose one time
Shit, is it all worth the risk? Gotta decide before you step into this
Because the game don’t wait
Sideways burning rubber cause a nigga paper straight
I got some money put away and got some more on the way
Shit

[Hook](x2)
What’s it all for? What’s it all for, all for
Money and the power, what’s it all for?
Sleeping zero hours what’s it all for?

[Verse 2]
Tell you how dollars start a world war
Level 6 Benz coupe armored car
I really been mashing down the Autobon
Worldwide getting of the parmesan
Smoking in the pool with my diamonds on
Ice water what you call it though
She jumped in with nothing on
She know what she want

[Hook](x2)
What’s it all for? What’s it all for, all for
Money and the power, what’s it all for?
Sleeping zero hours what’s it all for?

[Intro]
Uh-oh
Somebody wanna donate a lighter to the cause?
G-Perico in the building and shit
Smoke one for my loved one

[Chorus]
4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up your block slow
Catching stunts on my old hoes
She sad like a funeral
But ain’t nobody die though
4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up the block slow
Stunt on my old hoes
Shit like a funeral
But ain’t nobody die though

[Verse 1]
Still in it for the cash
Lotta niggas didn’t last
They was clowns of the class
School of hard knocks I passed
My engine beneath the glass
20 grand for the luxury tax
‘Cause I plan before I attack
Emotions had them niggas blowing they stacks
I’m in here smoking and pouring some Yak
90 inch TV I’m watching The Mack
I do my thing when it come to this rap
Underground king but do not call me that
Pimping upon the original
I hope that my legacy similar
Closing deals not singular
Show and we picking them digits up

[Chorus]
4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up the block slow
Stunt on my old hoes
Shit like a funeral
But ain’t nobody die though

[Verse 2]
I do my thing when it come to rap
I been buying more jewelery because of that
I dont have nothing to prove man
It’s just a lil stunting whats wrong with that
I tell you the play like a Quarterback
Got the Scarface crib where the water at
Gucci slides across Versace door mats
Welcome to the hustle where nobody love you
Shine after you struggle, a long time my brother
Snakes just think of ways that they can take it from ya
Thats what I discovered lazy motherfuckers
Just tryna leach game from real hustlers
Stop and teach them fools a lil something
But I gotta go I got another mil coming
Money chasing got my track shoes on
I’m running for it, yea

[Chorus]
4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up your block slow
Catching stunts on my old hoes
She sad like a funeral
But ain’t nobody die though
4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up the block slow
Stunt on my old hoes
Shit like a funeral
But ain’t nobody die though

[Outro]
4 Phantoms in a row
You really seeing ghosts
Shit like a horror show
She sad like a funeral
But ain’t nobody die though
Creeping up the block slow
Catching stunts on my old hoes
I know you hear the horns blow
Wherever a king go
Call that a procession though
Professional