Fun ft. MARTN Lyrics

(heard you looking for candyman, bitch)

(yeah, woah, woah, woah)

(yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah, woah)

(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah)

You don't know how to have fun (yeah, no, no no)

You don't know how to have fun

(We go on the road for sure, for sure)

You don't know how to have fun

(We doin these drugs, for show, for show)

You don't know how to have fun

(No I wont let go, no I cant let go)

You don't know how to have fun (yeah)

No I can't let go, I got all my shooters, they got guns, they on payroll

You don't know how to have fun

She gon play with my dough, she gon play with my gun

Yeah, lil' bitch gon' play with that hoe

You dont know how to have fun

Thought I told you this already

But I don't care fuck what you sayin

I just came up on some bands, bitch I'm feeling like Bruce Wayne

I went through a couple of racks, and they came back just like a boomerang

These VV's on me on my chain

You can try acting like me but you ain't

You don't know who you be talkin' bout

Bitch its the candyman

Say my name three times and ill appear

Then you're the one to blame

Im chillin with MARTN and IGF, you better know that we goin insane

Pull up to the club, cant I.D. us

Cus they know we the ones thats goin on stage

(Ye, ye)

Flacko be playing with cars

Sosa be playing with sticks

Im used to playing with chicks

Carlos be playing with drugs

Kandies gon' play with the kicks

There ain't no takin' my soul, I can read my crucifix

Higher being in spirit

But I want a private jet plane

Just to show out with a flick

I might just hit up armani

I might just match with the ricks

IGF, going dumb on the beats

Had to see some shit just to be who I be

The old bitch ain't have what I need

Cut me up, you ain't bleed how I bleed

Call me up, I'm gon' turn up my clique

Turn me up at the function I'm lit

Rollin up at a function I'm geeked

Im not afraid of your clique, I'm not afraid of a diss

Im not afraid of a bitch, imma go ride in first class

Imma be living in bliss

Walk in they know who it is

All of you rappers my kids, nobody grinding like this

You thought I'm fuckin' your thot, I just fell in love with the lips

God damn, know if I wear it, it fits

I put diamonds on my bitch, I put diamonds on my fist

If you get punched in the face, you got diamonds on your lip

I put diamonds on my bitch (yeah)

I put diamonds on my fist (yeah)

I put diamonds on your lips (yeah)

I'm at the function I'm lit (yeah)

You don't know how to have fun (yeah, no, no no)

You don't know how to have fun

(We go on the road for sure, for sure)

You don't know how to have fun

(We doin these drugs, for show, for show)

You don't know how to have fun

(No I wont let go, no I cant let go)

You don't know how to have fun (yeah)

No I can't let go, I got all my shooters, they got guns, they on payroll

You don't know how to have fun

She gon play with my dough, she gon play with my gun

Yeah, lil' bitch gon' play with that hoe

You dont know how to have fun