[Intro — Spoken, sultry, sinister bass]
Oh, baby…
You thought you were in control?
That’s adorable.
Welcome to my world.
And in my world?
I make the rules.
[Verse 1 — Smooth, confident R&B]
He bought me roses, I bought the store,
He said he was the king, now he’s begging for more.
Got him wrapped around my little finger tight,
He says he’s independent, but he’s mine tonight.
He can have his freedom, he can have his pride,
As long as he remembers who’s sitting by his side.
I don’t chase, I collect, darling, that’s the game,
Another pretty boy attached to my name.
[Pre-Chorus — Building vocals]
Sign on the line, put your ego away,
You can call it love if that’s what you say.
Diamonds on my wrist, his heart on a chain,
He keeps coming back like he loves the pain.
[Chorus — Explosive, bass-heavy pop-rap]
Men are property, welcome to my dynasty,
Kneel at the altar of my vanity.
Pretty little boys in my gallery,
All eyes on Candy, the queen of the scene.
Men are property — at least in my fantasy,
I write the rules, you answer to me.
Call me a villain, call me insane,
You want out? Baby, get in line again.
[Verse 2 — Playful, arrogant rap]
Black card swiping, heels clicking on the floor,
He says he’s had enough, then he’s back at my door.
Got a prenup ready and a penthouse view,
If I’m the bad guy, what does that make you?
I’m not your mother, I’m not your wife,
I’m the plot twist ruining your perfect life.
He wants a little sweetness, gets a venomous kiss,
Boy, you knew the deal when you signed up for this.
[Pre-Chorus — Layered vocals]
Sign on the line, put your ego away,
You can call it love if that’s what you say.
Diamonds on my wrist, his heart on a chain,
He keeps coming back like he loves the pain.
[Chorus — Bigger, theatrical production]
Men are property, welcome to my dynasty,
Kneel at the altar of my vanity.
Pretty little boys in my gallery,
All eyes on Candy, the queen of the scene.
Men are property — at least in my fantasy,
I write the rules, you answer to me.
Call me a villain, call me insane,
You want out? Baby, get in line again.
[Bridge — Stripped-down whisper into a dramatic build]
Relax, darling, it’s a metaphor.
You wanted a queen, now you’re asking for more.
Love isn’t ownership, but tonight I’ll pretend,
I’m the beginning of your story…
And the end.
[Final Chorus — Massive layered vocals]
Men are property, welcome to my dynasty,
Bow to the queen of your wildest dreams.
Pretty little boys, all dressed to impress,
Candy Viper runs this beautiful mess!
Men are property — at least in my fantasy,
I’m the headline, the whole damn legacy.
Love me, hate me, remember my name,
I’m Candy Viper, and I own this game!
[Outro — Spoken, laughing softly]
No refunds.
No exchanges.
And darling…
I’m keeping the receipt.