LYRICS
Poppin' bottles in the club
(That's what everybody does) (x3).
Droppin' dollars on they duds
(That's what everybody does) (x3)
Bangin' models in the back
(That's what everybody does) (x3)
Brooke Candy on the track
(That's what everybody loves) (x3)
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 fa*******on week in Milan, to Tijuana Barrio
Man I'm so next level make the Devil look froze
Basic b*****s leave in stitches while I'm stacking money rolls
Working 14 carat poles, while I'm shitting on the trolls
Mandy Freshour's on the line, while Andy Warhol's packing bowls
Clear though, everybody ****ing 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
Poppin' bottles in the club
(That's what everybody does) (x3).
Droppin' dollars on they duds
(That's what everybody does) (x3)
Bangin' models in the back
(That's what everybody does) (x3)
Brooke Candy on the track
(That's what everybody loves) (x3)
B-B-Baby I'm sorry, I'm hella rare like Atari,
I'm ****ing 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 d**k
Hot chocolate on a cold day, stacking dough like Coldplay
I could teach a master class on roleplay
Hoes say, Candy is a slut, she lookin' nasty
Raspy ass b*****s sitting home and watchin' 'Das Me'
Haters put me on a shrine so they can wor*******p
Warrior, call me L'oreal because "I'm worth it",
Birds squawk, I whip my hair when I’m here
When I'm Heaven sent but I'm hell bent on getting shit done
Poppin' bottles in the club
(That's what everybody does) (x3).
Droppin' dollars on they duds
(That's what everybody does) (x3)
Bangin' models in the back
(That's what everybody does) (x3)
Brooke Candy on the track
(That's what everybody loves) (x3)
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
Poppin' bottles in the club
(That's what everybody does) (x3).
Droppin' dollars on they duds
(That's what everybody does) (x3)
Bangin' models in the back
(That's what everybody does) (x3)
Brooke Candy on the track
(That's what everybody loves) (x3)