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