Make Money Not Friends

[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]

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