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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Line ’em up
I don’t babysit drinks
Key to the city
In a bag by the sink
DCP in the system
Yeah
I’m losing my blink
If you came here broke
Better stay by the sink
Money on my shirt
White dust on the pink
Couple bands on the floor
Couple more in the link
You got feelings
I got figures
We don’t share what we think
Only talking ’bout cash
Only talking in ink
[Pre-Chorus]
Big tab on the table (table)
Big talk from the cheap seats
You mad
I’m unstable
Still I got the crown in these streets
Eyes wide
Heart racing
Can’t walk but I still don’t sink
Say it to my face or
Down that drink
[Chorus]
Fuck what you think
I’m up
I’m lit
I’m paid (yeah)
Whole crew sick
We don’t do minimum wage
Got drugs
Got cash
Got heat
Got rage
Fuck what you think
We just write our own page
Fuck what you think
All gas
No brakes
No sleep
If it ain’t about money
Don’t you ever talk to me
Big stacks
Big risk
That’s the life I picked
Fuck what you think
I’m the one they can’t fix (woo)
[Verse 2]
Bad ones in the booth
They don’t dance
They deal
You still asking for love
I’m just signing a deal
I turn nights into numbers
Turn a thought to a mill
If you tripping on morals
You can trip on my bill
Swipe once for the powder
Swipe twice for the drink
I’ve been high for an hour
You’ve been broke for a week
I ain’t here for forgiveness
I’m here for the brink
Put my sins in a suitcase
Let the whole thing clink
[Pre-Chorus]
Big tab on the table (table)
Big talk from the cheap seats
You mad
I’m unstable
Still I got the crown in these streets
Eyes wide
Heart racing
Can’t walk but I still don’t sink
Say it to my face or
Down that drink
[Chorus]
Fuck what you think
I’m up
I’m lit
I’m paid (paid)
Whole crew sick
We don’t do minimum wage
Got drugs
Got cash
Got heat
Got rage
Fuck what you think
We just write our own page
Fuck what you think
All gas
No brakes
No sleep
If it ain’t about money
Don’t you ever talk to me (nah)
Big stacks
Big risk
That’s the life I picked
Fuck what you think
I’m the one they can’t fix (yeah)
[Bridge]
[Beat drops
Vocal chopped hook looping low]
Talk big
But you ain’t on shit (on shit)
I bleed risk when I bite my lip
Pray for me
I’ma stain these bills
If it kills me
I die fulfilled
[Chorus]
Fuck what you think
I’m up
I’m lit
I’m paid
Whole crew sick
We don’t do minimum wage
Got drugs
Got cash
Got heat
Got rage
Fuck what you think
We just write our own page
Fuck what you think
All gas
No brakes
No sleep
If it ain’t about money
Don’t you ever talk to me
Big stacks
Big risk
That’s the life I picked
Fuck what you think
I’m the one they can’t fix (hey)
Details
GeneratedFeb 19, 2026
Duration2:42
LanguageEnglish
Style
dance, Aggressive late-night club banger at 132 BPM, male vocals snarling over distorted bass, snappy percussion, and metallic stabs. Verses ride a relentless four-on-the-floor with short rap-sung lines, pre-chorus tension built with risers and filtered synths, chorus explodes with wide chants and stacked gang vocals. Occasional pitch-shifted ad-libs and FX sweeps keep the energy peaking for a DJ-focused late night dance mix., male vocals
Credits
Prompt by
BuckyBarnesDCP43
BuckyBarnesDCP43ModelAria v5
Prompt
Fuck what you think, 132 bpm late-nite club banger, about partying, drugs, DCP, and making money, male vocals, DJ high energy explicit late night dance mix
