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Lyrics
[Verse 1: Male]
Pocket full of ghosts, Ben Franklin hauntin' my jeans
Pistol in the console, candy syrup in my lean
Baby mama blowin' up my line, got no chill
Tell her, "I'm out trappin', feedin' mouths, payin' bills"
C-notes stackin' taller than the kids I never see
But the block need a king, so I bleed for the streets
[Pre-Chorus: Male]
Windows down, gunpowder in the air
They talk tough, but they ain't never been there
[Chorus: Male & Female]
Presidential stacks, yeah, we chasin' those racks
Hustle in the night, ain't no turnin' back
Presidential stacks, stack 'em tall, let 'em stack
All this drama in my life, I just count and relax
[Verse 2: Female]
High heels on, but the Glock in my purse
Trap queen steppin', turn a blessing from the curse
Hoes talk slick, but their man want a piece
He ain't built for this grind, he just leasing the streets
Perks in my system, but my aim still steady
Call me when it's war, yeah, you know that I'm ready
[Pre-Chorus: Female]
Diamond-studded wrist, but my soul so cold
Countin' dirty money, watch the drama unfold
[Chorus: Male & Female]
Presidential stacks, yeah, we chasin' those racks
Hustle in the night, ain't no turnin' back
Presidential stacks, stack 'em tall, let 'em stack
All this drama in my life, I just count and relax
Details
GeneratedNov 29, 2025
Duration1:49
LanguageEnglish
Style
bass-heavy, gangster rap, drill-inspired, sharp hi-hats, gritty, and dark synth undertones, hip hop, rap, alternating male and female vocals for dynamic storytelling, drill, drama
Credits
Prompt byRogerHouston
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Male and female drill rap, trapping, taking perks, gangster rap black lead, rap, trap, hip hop, sipping lean, hoes and baby mama drama, stacking presidents, getting c notes
