[Verse 1 – Rap / Trap flow] Came to the club in my glitter and heels, Bills due Monday, I’m chasin’ these deals. VIP booth, I’m workin’ that room, Then he ordered shrimp with a side of doom. Garlic aioli, onion wings, Now I’m cryin’ in the glitter, can't feel my bling. You want a lap, baby? Nah, I need a mask, This ain't sensual, it's a survival task. --- [Chorus – Trance hook, autotune on, airy & catchy] 💃 I just want the champagne room, But your breath smellin’ like a tomb. Garlic cloud, it kills the mood, Now I’m broke and smellin' your food. 💔 Don’t eat fish if you want my hips, Don’t sip gin if it stinks your lips. I need tips, not trauma trips, This lap dance feel like apocalypse. --- [Verse 2 – Pop-rap, melodic sing-rap flow] Lobster roll with the truffle mayo, Now I’m dodgin' like it’s rodeo. Used to love my sugar daddies, Now they breathin’ death through caddies. Hopped on his lap, tryna fake a smile, But his tuna melt breath got a murder trial. I need bills paid, not nose decay, Champagne dreams just rot away. --- [Bridge – Trance vocal echo, synth-heavy] ✨ Mouthwash in my rider, please, You’re breathin’ fire, bring Febreze. Mint it up or back it up, That garlic stank? Disrupts my luck. ✨ --- [Final Chorus – Trap remix version] 🔥 I need my cash, not halitosis, You got bad breath, and that’s ferocious. Tryna pay rent, not catch neurosis, Champagne goals, not halitosis. Don’t ruin my vibe with your meal’s regret, Chewin' gum or cut the check. Stripper life ain’t built for funk, Order clean or leave me sunk.
