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Lyrics
[Verse]
Counting paper, that's my metronome ticking
Money machine singing, melody so wicked
Stacks so tall, skyscrapers feel timid
Fingers on the buttons, making digits go vivid
Shadow creeping, got the duffel in the mist
Pavement whispers secrets every time I take a risk
Back alleys echo footsteps, phantom in the mix
Drop the bag, collect the bag, Houdini with the twist
[Chorus]
Money counting, that's the rhythm I choose
Machine beep the anthem, metric moves
Stack it high, watch it touch the moon
Make the drop, disappear, gone too soon
[Verse 2]
Echoes of the cash, like a symphony raw
Bassline in my chest, every dollar withdraw
Neon lights flicker, shadow’s my law
Duck the cameras, no applause, outlaw
Ballet of the hustle, pirouette through the street
Currency my canvas, painting heat on repeat
Fingers laced with powder, prints can’t compete
Every bill I touch, it’s like the cycle complete
[Bridge]
Eyes on the prize, paranoia in the air
Money talks, whispers secrets I don't dare
Shadows keep me company, they don’t stare
Metric moves, counting beats, no repair
Details
GeneratedDec 2, 2025
Duration1:39
LanguageEnglish
Style
hard-hitting, gritty, trap beat with deep 808s and eerie synths; male vocals, rap
Credits
Prompt by
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Dean_of_YachtcostModelAria v5
Prompt
rap, song continues the metric moves. Money counting machine beep is music to my ears, money stacked high. Make the drop, collect and make it back into the shadows.
