Popular ft. 90sitcom & Golden Arms Lyrics

Said she want star on the Walk of Fame

I told her write a bar, I could pull some strings

Baby I'm the boy that could do anything

Life'll change with a beat from Lil' Jiggy James

Type of shit that keep the bitches in the center stage

I make hits, bitch the kids call me Timberlake

I could get you in the flicks with the biggest names

Get it a dollar out a cent, get a fucking raise

Get a house on the hills where Anitta stay

Could even get your own damn Easy Bake

Could even get your old man real estate

Could even get the floor plan and the drapes

Fuck around and get the friends out that shitty place

Baby I can see the dents in your piggy bank

It's a mortgage, not a rent for the cityscape

Baby all I'm trying to really say

You're gonna be popular

I'll help you be popular

I'll help you be popular

I know about popular

Ayy, it's the first of my mom's three handsome sons

Shorty's suck, pinky up, oh you fancy huh?

And baby know better than to stand me up

'Cause her sister been waiting for a chance to fuck

And my line never dried like Canada

I got shorties down to ride like Danica

You got big screen dreams, I got plans for you

Probably get you in a movie, something amateur

Be your manager, get some stans in here

I could get you on game, get your standards up

Maybe get you front page on them cameras

I know you tired of the stage at that dancing club

So baby tell me what's the plan

Them old classmates can't be your only fans

If you tryna walk the runway fashion week out in France

I'm visionary baby come and give your boy a chance

You're gonna be popular

I'll help you be popular

I'll help you be popular

I know what I'm popular

Ayy, getting top in the whip, almost made the car crash

Lil titties but you know the bitches all ass

This ain't your first time, bae, I need the car facts

Cause she throwing neck like she in a car crash

All facts, now space jammed between her legs

I watch your head fall back like LeBron James

Huh, but you know what the fuck I'm tryna say

I'll get you off the put you on like I fucked the schedule up

Don't get me started

This a fucking condo, not an apartment

I check your tonsils, I ain't a doctor

Let me be your sponsor, I can make you popular

I'm tryna get you on, you ain't even know

I'm tryna get you pockets filled like swole

Head shots, back shots like whoa

I can make you pop, so popular for sure