Stay papered up, on gang (oh) Stay papered up, woah Heavy ass Mercedes Benz on top rims Big chain, pink diamonds, candy ring Couple million dollars off my own strain Your life like a video game, Grand Turismo I'm in that GT-R 'cause I pop the six four I

He'll find his way Climb aboard and you'll ride the stars Getting older Growing taller Getting smarter Broomsticks are his magic cars He's satisfied to dream his whole life away Candy-coated castles, life of play Can you remember? It seems like yesterday

I'm gonna follow the sun Oh, oh, oh, oh Now I'm gonna tell my momma That I'm a traveller Don't stop, you got to move I'm never gonna stop Keep moving on, moving on Follow the sun Hop back to my heart

I just called to say I love you And I mean it from the bottom of my heart I just called to say how much I care, I do No New Year's Day to celebrate No chocolate covered candy hearts to give away No first of spring, no song to sing In fact here's just

Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt) Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it) You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah) Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton) Straight up there (where?) we didn't take the

Candy Apple Faygo paint Mercedes Sippin' codeine, I forgot my plans I'ma pour up, sip that Houston, Texas with some soda Flex on all my exes like, "hey ladies, hey ladies" Hey girl, what's up, I'ma pour this drink up with some soda Flex on all my exes

Don't wanna see you at a bar Baby, don't lose me now If you let me I know this road too well And think we could have tried a little harder (little harder) And maybe you start thinking "Damn, I lost her" (damn, I lost her) Ooh, baby, don't lose me now

I'm gonna follow the sun Oh, oh, oh, oh Now I'm gonna tell my momma That I'm a traveller Don't stop, you got to move I'm never gonna stop Keep moving on, moving on Follow the sun Hop back to my heart

Six feet under she gon' get that fucking paper Six feet under, six Six feet under Not the type to fuck around, go and turn that ass around She lick it up just like a candy She trying to live a life so fancy She wanna pull up in a Bentley She ain't got

Dame (come gimme some) I got a sweet tooth for love, baby gimme some You got the chocolate That yum, yum, come gimme some Cotton candy, sweet as gold It's soft like a sugar plum Roll up that Tootsie, that Hershey, that bubblegum Banana (come gimme some)