Nickels in the Sunshine

[Intro]
Palm trees leanin'
White tees creasin'
Sunday cleanin'
Sun still beamin' (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Scrollin' through the gram at the red light
Filter on thick
Claimin' "this my real life"
Caption say "queen
" attitude unkind
Got a roommate
Mattress on the floor
Offline
Bottle girl pose in the brunch line
Credit card cryin' every lunch time
Talk about "I need a balla
Six-five"
But she split the check once
Almost flatlined
[Chorus]
Nickels in the sunshine
Swear they dimes
Talk a big game
Pockets outta time
Say they need a boss
Won’t clock in on time
Hoflation goin' crazy in my mind
Hoflation goin' crazy in my mind (yeah)
[Verse 2]
She say
"If you broke
Just say that"
But her car got a donut
Way back
Livin' out a suitcase
New stay
Same act
But she need a blue-face dinner
Straight facts
Phone full of "flights" she ain't never booked
Screenshots
Dream shots
Everything cooked
Big list
Small heart
Got the math all shook
She want ten outta ten
Bringin' two at the most
Look
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
You want a crib in the hills
Can you match that?
Wanna sit front row
Can you cash that?
You talk about your worth
Where the stats at?
'Cause pretty get you in
But the game past that
[whiny synth answering]
You want love
Want rings
Want a Maybach
But you ghost every man with a day job
If you real
Then you know where the grace at
Be the prize
Then the prize really pay back
[Chorus]

funk, Laid-back West Coast G-funk at 96 BPM, deep sine bass and buttery Rhodes carrying the chords. Crisp, behind-the-beat drums with a rubbery swing; talkbox/whiny lead answering the vocal on hook lines. Male vocals with a smirking, conversational delivery; stacked hooks and ad-libs in the chorus. Occasional DJ cuts and crowd chants to keep it playful, never too aggressive., swing, smooth, deep