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Aight, strap in—here’s your *vibe-heavy, money-drenched* king-sized rap 🎤💸:

(Verse 1)

I step in the room, yeah the floor start to shake,

Ice on my neck like I’m built for the lake.

Black leather jacket but my soul's made of flame,

Countin’ up hundreds while I whisper your name.

Red shirt poppin’ under city lights glow,

Got that boss energy — ain’t no time for slow.

Cash in the air like a confetti storm,

Born with a crown and a hustle so warm.

(Chorus) 💥

It’s all about vibes and the paper I flip,

From trap phone dreams to a private jet trip.

Money talk loud but my aura talks louder —

I walk through shadows and still make it brighter!

(Verse 2) 🌆✨

Gold frames on lock — yeah they shade me just right,

Hide half my face but you *feel* when I write.

One hand on chin like a thinker supreme? Nah—

I'm scheming up wins while you stuck on "maybe."

Banks send me love letters ("Sir please take more!")

My net worth keep growin’, can't ignore anymore!

But even if broke? Man... my vibe stay rich —

Confidence currency nobody could ever switch!

(Yeah!) From midnight drives to dawn-lit deals;

My vision so sharp it cuts through concrete walls real!

The streets sing my name in bass-pumping tone;

Kingfraze wrote your fate from day one… call it throne-zone!