Opulence de Brooke Candy

Say my name
You got a ring
Hiding in my dam in front Tiffany’s
Make it you clappy, could place in for me
I’m listening, I’m listening

Yeah I won that
You can’t afford, you can’t afford
I’m maxing out on Forbes list
Yo, I bet you never seen a black card, back off
I could fetch you a condo on my backyard

I'm a grown queen, doing grown things
Tryna find my hand underneath the gold rings
Make you get in line
Better recognize opulence, opulence
Recognize
Opulence, opulence
Opulence, opulence
Recognize opulence, opulence, opulence
I own everything baby

I kick it up and take it down
They can get the ring
But they’ll never take the crown
It end over till the valet take a bow
I'm catching up
I'm catching up

She’s in Nikes and sweater
I wore it last season better
They chasing after Brooke Candy
But they know done how to get her
It's my ride on the front
It’s my queen of Celine
Got these bitches so jealous
I hope they look and get green
I’m on everyone’s radar
I bet that’s why they hating
I’m in red bottoms baby
But I’ll slip on my flavour
Couple shots, it’s a blur
Someone call me a cab
And this twist is so icy
Gucci Mane is like Bart

I'm a grown queen, doing grown things
Tryna find my hand underneath the gold rings
Make you get in line
Better recognize opulence, opulence
Recognize
Opulence, opulence
Opulence, opulence
Recognize opulence, opulence, opulence
I own everything baby

I’m pulling up in that no-no
What?
Bet you wish that I know you
Brooklyn off in that new no
Getting paper
Make that thing your coddles

Opulence, opulence
Opulence, opulence
Recognize opulence, opulence, opulence
I own everything baby