Cotton Candy
 作词 : Dwayne Carter/Tauheed Epps/Manny Galvez/Roberto Curti
 作曲 : Dwayne Carter/Tauheed Epps/Manny Galvez/Roberto Curti
 Twenty-five lines on the dresser
 Ran off on the plug like a Tesla
 Coke make her sneeze, God bless her
 **** her like a wrestler, Brock Lesnar
 South cocaine, polyester
 More sand than the Mojave Desert
 White cheese, talkin' mozzarella
 White girl, talkin Aguilera

 White girl, call her Consuela
 All coke, no Doctor Pepper
 I protect her like contraceptive
 Break a brick like a block in Tetris
 Ate the dick, she want sloppy seconds
 At her throat like a diamond necklace
 Cook the coke like my momma breakfast
 I'm in the lab like I'm Doctor Jekyl
 All gas, that's without the pedal
 I'm in her face, that's without the freckles
 All bass, that's without the treble
 Johnson & Johnson, yeah, the powder fresher
 Snort a line, ain't no time to measure
 I ain't tryna press you, but it's my pleasure
 White girl come with dollar signs, Kesha
 Mary Jane, molly, hot lesbians
 Bitches snortin' coke off of bitches
 Lickin' cocaine off of titties
 White girl, sweet, soft, and pretty
 Lookin' like a spliff, nice, tall, skinny
 I'm him, baby, **** that bass like Erik B and Rakim, baby
 Nosedive then swim, baby
 More white girls than Slim Shady and Tom Brady

 Cotton candy, sweet as dough
 Ballin' like the Sugar Bowl, woah
 Cotton candy, sweet as dough
 Ballin' like the Sugar Bowl, woah

 On dirty sprite, she a coke head
 Make the beat slap with no hands
 My dog a blood, it's code red
 With two hoes, gave 'em both head
 My brother, brother, my best friend
 I'm more white than Ovechkin
 Walked in the strip club, spent more Washingtons than a redskin
 In candyland, I'm the handyman
 Got the tool me, on me
 Where would I be without my baby? JaRule on me
 Don and 42 on me
 Got more at stake than wagyu, homie
 I could swim in my jewels, Rollie on in the pool (Alright)
 Don Corleone [?]
 She was doin' lines on the zone (Alright)
 Line's long to the powder room, oh yeah, powder room (Uh)
 Keep in mind, I'm at the studio tryna lay down a verse
 She pulled out her debit card and chopped it up, nose first (Yuh)
 I listen up, I don't judge, her booty softer than uggs (Uh)
 I grab on it sometimes when we hug just because
 My sugar, sugar, my sweet thing, you put the G in G-string (G)
 Sat back and I peeped game
 Touched her once and I'm leakin', yeah

 Cotton candy, sweet as dough
 Ballin' like the Sugar Bowl, woah
 Cotton candy, sweet as dough
 Ballin' like the Sugar Bowl, woah
 Ballin' like the Sugar Bowl, woah

 T-twenty-five lines on the dresser (Yeah)
 Ran off on the plug like a Tesla (Yeah)
 C-coke make her sneeze, God bless her (Yeah)
 **** her like a wrestler, Brock Lesnar (Yeah)
 South cocaine, polyester (Yeah)
 More sand than Mojave Desert (Yeah)
 White jeans, talkin' mozzarella (Yeah)
 White girl, talkin Aguilera

 Cotton candy, sweet as dough
 Ballin' like the Sugar Bowl, woah
 Cotton candy, sweet as dough
 Ballin' like the Sugar Bowl, sweet