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Lyrics
[Intro]
Half raspy
Half heart, whole bag
Yeah
(uh-huh)
[Verse 1]
I trust that safe
Before I ever trust a soul
Count that paper on the dresser
That’s the only thing I hold
Baby say she down forever
Heard that sentence way too much
Seen that switch inside they eyes
Soon as pockets fillin' up
I put my faith
In them folded faces, rubber bands
Talkin' crazy on the phone
But she quiet round these bands
You can lie right to my face
But this money never cap
Every time I do the math
It be runnin' right back (yeah)
[Chorus]
I trust my money more than bitches, that’s a fact (that’s a fact)
Hundred after hundred, they don’t stab me in the back (never that)
Talkin' 'bout you loyal, show me where the numbers at
If it ain’t deposit, I ain’t really hearin' that
I trust my money more than bitches, that’s for real (that’s for real)
Only thing that love me how I love it is a bill (is a bill)
Heartbreak in her eyes, but my heart inside a stack
I trust my money more than bitches, run it back (run it back)
[Verse 2]
Seen her fall in love
With a chain, not the chest
Soon the shine fade out
She go ghost, that’s a test
Money never switch tones
Only change when it grow
She keep sayin' that she different
I done heard that before
I done slept beside that shoebox
Held it tighter than a wife
If I choose between a text back
Or deposit, that’s my type
She say, "Why you never open?"
I say, "Why you always lie?"
I put trust inside these pockets
You put trust inside your pride (yeah)
[Chorus]
I trust my money more than bitches, that’s a fact (that’s a fact)
Hundred after hundred, they don’t stab me in the back (never that)
Talkin' 'bout you loyal, show me where the numbers at
If it ain’t deposit, I ain’t really hearin' that
I trust my money more than bitches, that’s for real (that’s for real)
Only thing that love me how I love it is a bill (is a bill)
Heartbreak in her eyes, but my heart inside a stack
I trust my money more than bitches, run it back (run it back)
Details
GeneratedFeb 17, 2026
Duration1:57
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Gritty trap beat with swung hi-hats, sliding 808s, and eerie bell plucks. Male vocals: half-raspy Southern drawl, laid-back but menacing. Verses stay tight and conversational with ad-libs tucked in the gaps; hook widens with stacked doubles and a low-octave vocal shadow. Sub-heavy mix, clap smacks, and occasional chopped vocal stabs for texture., hip hop
Credits
Prompt by
HbKeed
HbKeedModelAria v5
Prompt
A half raspy southern rap about how i trust my money better than bitches, male, rap, trap, hip hop
