[Verse 1]
I love a boss that ain't scared to get his beard wet
Daddy fly, I wanna ride him like a learjet
Keep it real, I ain't going for no weird sh*t
Got him calling every second asking are you here yet?
He just like to hear me say i'm c*mmin'
He asking questions like whose is it when I f*ck him
I tell him lies like it's yours and I love it
I'm just tryna get my nut and then it's right back to hustling
Nina Macc, I'm just out here tryna function
You lusting and it's nothing, you just better show me something
Remember suck don't lick, ooh don't stop, right there that's it
[Hook]
I sit on ya face it taste just like candy
I sit on ya face it taste just like candy
I sit on ya face it taste just like candy
I sit on ya face it taste just like candy
It taste just like candy
I sit on ya face it taste just like candy
It taste just like candy
I sit on ya face it taste just like candy
Just like candy, just like candy
Just like, just like, just like candy
Just like candy, just like candy
I sit on ya face it taste just like candy
[Verse 2]
These hoes lost, they need a role model badly
I got more game than their so-called daddy
Champagne sipping, you n*ggas sip brandy
I sit on your face it tastes just like candy
I don't suck di*k, I swallow that sh*t
I don't lease whips I'm a balling-ass b*tch
Let me give you game, I know you broke ho's jokes
I don't charge by the hour sh*t I charge by the stroke
Gentlemen it's the Emacc show
I want the luxury sedan, I ain't no E-Class ho
These bum n*ggas tryna talk me out my chips
They ain't got nothing to offer, I don't even want the di*k
Soon as I lick my lips they wanna give me kiss
But they can kiss my as*h*le unless they kissing on this clit
Remember suck don't lick, ooh don't stop, right there that's it
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
And I ain't tryna take your man b*tch
Your man's average, ain't nothing but a fan, sh*t
You doing backflips, bending over backwards
For a n*gga that just spent a couple racks with
A boss b*tch and all I gave him was a lap dance
Got my legs wrapped around his stomach like The Lap-Band
I'm in his brain so he nicknamed me CAT Scan
Tapped out broke, now that's what I call a tap dance
I'm running circles 'round these b*tch n*ggas
He working hard while I'm working on his six figures
They got the nerve to try and label me a gold digger
But I'm a hustler, definition of a go-getter
They say the game's to be sold not told n*gga
I been riding Benz since I was nineteen years old n*gga
Remember suck don't lick, ooh don't stop, right there that's it
[Hook]