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Artist: Playboi Carti

"Popular" by Playboi Carti boasts a deep dive into themes of fame, material wealth, and the lifestyke that accompanies it. The song reflects Carti's commentary on his own popularity, manifesting through luxury, relationships, and the relentless pursuit of success. He illustrates his life's opulence, from high-end fashion to the allure of new and exclusive possessions, underscored by a constant quest for a genuine connection amidst superficiality. The narrative Carti weaves is one of dualities—between the glamor of fame and the solitude it can brring, between the desire for material wealth and the quest for authentic relationships. It's a candid reflection on the seductive pull of celebrity culture, highlighting the lengths to which individuals will go to maintain their status and visibility in the public eye. Through "Popular," Carti not only brags about his achievements and lifestyle but also hints at the darker aspects of fame. The track serves as a mirror to society's obsession with celebrity, inviting listeners to ponder the real costs of popularity. It's a story of navigating the highs and lows of being in the spotlight, where the pursuit of popularity can sometimes overshadow the pursuit of personal fulfillment and genuine connections. This exploration of fame's double-edged sword is not unique to Carti but is a recurring theme in the music industry, where artists often grapple with their public personas versus their private realities. "Popular" stands as a testament to Carti's intricate understanding of this dynamic, offering a raw and unfiltered glimpse into the world of a young star navigating the complexities of modern celebrity.

Popular Lyrics

Popular by Playboi Carti

(Wake up, F1LTHY)

I've been popping sh*t up, uh-huh, I'm popular
My b**ch is bad as f**k, she like to shop a lot
Two gunners, I don't see them behind all these b**ches
Bad b**ches come every day, when I want, yeah
Been outside, baby, I ain't even got no covers
Young nigga outside, yeah, I do what the f**k I want to
Birkin bag just for me, got a Glocky
Baddest b**ch, when she see me, she gotta ride with me
She think she down, I just topped her back in
She think she down, everything I do cool
New crib, brand new, new house, brand new
Everything, yeah, it's brand new
Eliantte Vs like a swimming pool
Yeah, she swimming my way
Back in the day, they ain't used to—
Shawty don't f**k with me
Nigga, I paid, uh-uh, not tryna f**k no more
Real young nigga from the trenches on her house radar
Get this money, then I put it in her car somewhere

Workin'
Workin' hard
Two shooters in this b**ch, uh, uh
I could boof up yo' muh'f**kin' car
We get it poppin', nigga, I'm so popular
We get it poppin', nigga, I'm so popular (Yeah)
We get it poppin', nigga, I'm so popular
We get it poppin', nigga, I'm so popular

Took the roof off yo' car
She don't f**k with us punk stars
I got bad b**ches, yeah, all in my roster
Shawty know she the baddest broad, uh
Fast cars, and some fast b**ches
Richest nigga, but I'm from the real trenches (Okay)
My b**ch, she bad, she know she can get it (Yeah)
I'm wakin' up with them big tickets
My diamonds big, nigga, you ain't seen these niggas
I'm so hi—high, I can touch the sky, b**ch
I been f**kin' all the b**ches, yeah
I'm the man now, uh-uh (Uh, uh, uh)
I need me a ride-or-die b**ch
My b**ch, she ridin' round with the squad, b**ch
Police pulled her over, but she gotta hold the 9, b**ch

Yeah, yeah

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