Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] [gunshots crack, crowd murmur fades in] (yeah) New year, new bag, same me Lip gloss, bank vault, key If it ain’t commas, don’t speak Click-clack, that’s the sound of my peace [Verse 1] Bigger and better, I walk in, they panic Black card heavy, my wallet gigantic Used to want roses and dinner and candles Now I want land, new house, new handles He wanna “good morning” I want “check just cleared” He talk about forever I talk “double this year” Diamond on my finger? Nah, I want shares I married my hustle Threw rice in the air (ha) [Chorus] I fell in love with the money, not a man Stack it to the ceiling, that’s the plan If it ain’t blue faces, I don’t dance Bigger and better, I advance Three-six-five, yeah, I’m poppin’ my shit Every new day, new deposit, that’s it Heart on freeze, but my wrist stay lit I fell in love with the money, that’s it (that’s it) [Verse 2] He say he miss me I say “send proof” Wire it quick Let me see that truth I’m on the road Suitcase, safe code Passport tatted with the life I chose Bass in my chest when I step in the club Guitar scream wild when I run it up Told my old feelings “boy, you replaceable” Told my new self “damn, you unshakeable” Lipstick red, but my taxes in order I cross lines like I’m changing the border Used to chase love, now love chase me Every bank teller know my ID [Chorus] I fell in love with the money, not a man Stack it to the ceiling, that’s the plan If it ain’t blue faces, I don’t dance Bigger and better, I advance Three-six-five, yeah, I’m poppin’ my shit Every new day, new deposit, that’s it Heart on freeze, but my wrist stay lit I fell in love with the money, that’s it [Bridge] Why would I cry over you? When I got bills turning sky into blue Why would I wait on a ring? When I got chains that can pay for a wing Whole year straight, I’ve been on ten New deal, new car, new friends If it don’t make multiples It don’t make sense (uh-uh) [Chorus] I fell in love with the money, not a man Stack it to the ceiling, that’s the plan If it ain’t blue faces, I don’t dance Bigger and better, I advance Three-six-five, yeah, I’m poppin’ my shit Every new day, new deposit, that’s it Heart on freeze, but my wrist stay lit I fell in love with the money, that’s it (that’s it)
Tags
rap, Pop-rap banger built around a swaggering trap drum groove, grimy 808 bass, and snarling electric guitar stabs; intro opens with cinematic gunshot FX and filtered vocal, then drops into a confident, mid-tempo head-nod. Verses fire off tight, rhythmic rap bars; raspy female vocals switch to a sticky, melodic hook. Remix feel with chopped vocal glitches in turnarounds and a final chorus that stacks harmonies for a triumphant, money-obsessed climax., pop, electric, remix
Duration
2:58
Instrumental
No
Created
3/2/2026