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Lyrics
[Intro]
Keys on the counter
Rubber on the road
Papers in a briefcase
Everything in code (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Pull up, paint still wet, drip pressure
Tires talk back when I press on the pedal
Gold on my neck, wrist, desk, all metal
Whole team eatin' off the grind, big kettle
Tunnels on the highway, ceilings turn to stars
Digits in the dash match the commas on the card
Neighbors tryna peek past the gate, that's a charge
Cameras on my yard, I just wave from the yard
[Chorus]
Overtime in the fast lane, count that
Every red light look green when you bout that
Stack so tall, front door can't shut flat
New plate, new key, where the house at? (where it at?)
Overtime in the fast lane, blow past
Full tank, big bank, no half
All gas, wrist flash when I shift
Every gear change feel like a raise and a gift (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Two phones ringin', both bad decisions
One for the flips, one booked for the women
Breakfast on the balcony, plate full of winnings
We was in the nosebleeds, now the roof got hinges
Coach seats turned to jet seats, stretch out
Used to split meals, now we split accounts
I don't do change, I just move amounts
If it ain't six zeros, that don't even count
[Chorus]
Overtime in the fast lane, count that
Every red light look green when you bout that
Stack so tall, front door can't shut flat
New plate, new key, where the house at? (let's go)
Overtime in the fast lane, blow past
Full tank, big bank, no half
All gas, wrist flash when I shift
Every gear change feel like a raise and a gift (gift)
Details
GeneratedMar 16, 2026
Duration1:49
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Hard-trap bounce with snarling 808s, sharp hi-hats, and detuned bell plucks. Male vocals sit front and center, slightly overdriven for grit. Hook explodes with stacked chants and ad-libs, verses ride a stripped-back groove. Second half adds distant choir stabs and a low synth lead for a darker, high-roller feel.
Credits
Prompt by
King_Justin
King_JustinModelAria v5
Prompt
rap song about sports cars and money
