

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah Count that up Talk to me nice Uh [Verse 1] Clock in, clock out, still rich talk Turn a side-eye stare to a sidewalk Got my foot on they neck, that’s a timepiece I got paid just to stand here and mind me Big step Every heel got a price tag Every L that I took in a brown bag Turned pain into product, now the pain gone Only tears on the check when the ink strong [Chorus] Make money not friends, that’s the motto (motto) If you ain’t bringin’ in bands, you a problem (problem) Whole clique look rich, that’s the outcome If it don’t add up, then I’m out, hun Make money not friends, that’s the mantra (yeah) You can keep all the love and the drama (gone) If the vibe don’t pay, it’s a write-off If it ain’t on the page, then we cut off [Verse 2] Talking “sister” but they watching my pockets (uh) Smiling in the pics while they study my profits I turned cold calls into condo keys Turned backseat talk into front row seats I remember canned food on the stove top Now my name on the floor at the mall shop I don’t chase, I replace, that’s a upgrade If you slow with the pay, that’s a cut fade [Chorus] [Bridge] Hands up if you really got your own bag (own bag) If you signed your name on your own tag (own tag) If you left fake love in the old chat Stayed broke with the truth, then you bounced back [low vocal register] Trust in the numbers, baby, not in them Heart got a wall, but the bank got a gym I been running up checks ‘til my legs numb If it ain’t about a bag, then I play dumb [Chorus]
Tags
rap, Dark trap club banger, female vocals with snarling attitude. Minimal eerie keys over booming low-end, sharp hi-hats, and snappy snare. Verses tight and aggressive with occasional ad-libs; hook explodes with layered chants and octave doubles. Subtle vocal fx and drops to spotlight key punchlines, then beat slams back in for maximum replay., hip hop
1:49
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12/23/2025