Brooke Candy - Everybody does lyrics

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, to Tijuana Barrio Man I'm so next level make the Devil look froze Basic b**hes leave in stitches while I'm stacking money rolls Working 14 carat poles, while I'm sh**tin' on the trolls Mandy Freshour's on the line, while Andy Warhol's packing bowls Clear though, everybody f**in' 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) (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) B-B-Baby I'm sorry, I'm hella rare like Atari, I'm f**in' 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 co*k Hot chocolate on a cold day, stacking dough like Coldplay I could teach a master cla** on roleplay Hoes say, Candy is a s*ut, she lookin' nasty Raspy a** b**hes 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 Birds squawk, I whip my hair when I'm here When I'm Heaven sent but I'm hell bent on getting sh** done 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) 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) (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)