Poppin’ bottles in the club,
That’s what everybody does,
That’s what everybody does,
That’s what everybody does.
Droppin’ Dollars on they guts,
That’s what everybody does,
That’s what everybody does,
That’s what everybody does.
Bangin’ models in the back,
That’s what everybody does,
That’s what everybody does,
That’s what everybody does.
Brooke Candy on the track,
That’s what everybody loves,
That’s what everybody loves,
That’s what everybody loves.
Basic hoes, open toes, swag, jerkin’ in a circle,
Y’all are talking, smoking up a pack of Cloves,
While I’m on another planet, god damn I’m booking shows,
For fashion week in Milan, I see you on [?].
Man I’m so next level make the Devil look froze,
Basic bitches leave in stitches while I’m stacking money rolls.
Working 14 carat poles, while I’m shittin’ on the trolls,
Mandy Freshour’s on the line, while Andy Warhol’s packing bowls.
Clear though, everybody fuckin’ with the weirdo,
Strangest in the game, all the same I keep it real though.
Jaws drop while I stand my ground,
Stacking bread while label hessie, I’m ahead of my time.
B-B-Baby I’m sorry, I’m hella rare like Atari,
I’m fuckin’ Mena Suvari while I’m on mushrooms like Mario,
Sorry Ho, Candy on the track, I took your spot,
While you were trying on your Louboutins, I’m groovin’ on your mans cock.
Hot chocolate on a cold day, stacking dough like Coldplay,
I could teach a master class on roleplay,
José, Candy is a slut, she lookin’ nasty,
Raspy ass bitches sitting home and watchin’ ‘Das Me’
Haters put me on a shrine so they can worship,
Warrior, call me L’oreal because “I’m worth it”,
[?]……..I whip my hair……..,
When I’m Heaven sent but I’m hell bent on getting shit done.
Man I’m so next level,
Man I’m so next level,
Man I’m so next level,
Private jet life, hotter than your ex wife,
Arab dude singing while I’m pickin’ out my next wife,
Man I’m so next level,
Man I’m so next level,
Man I’m so next level,
Private jet life, hotter than your ex wife,
Arab dude singing while I’m pop-pop-pop-pop
