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[Verse 1]
I came up hungry, had a hard little stare
Cold on the block, like I slept in the air
Money on my mind, got a phone that ring
Every day pressure, every night same thing
Short fuse, big scars, learn quick, move smart
Seen friends turn fake, seen trust fall apart
Backseat deals, then I vanish from view
If the streets want a price, I’m a debt they knew
[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t sleep, I just run it up
Fill my cup, then I double up
Bad choices got a hold on me
Still I move like I’m meant to be
[Chorus]
Get that money, money
Get that money, money
We want more, we want plenty
Live fast, cold, and empty
Get that money, money
Get that money, money
Hands up high in the club tonight
But the morning comes and it don’t feel right
[Verse 2]
Pretty girls, bright heels, stacked in the room
Bass hit hard when they walk through the plume
I throw a little, let the whole place know
But I keep my eyes on the door and go
Judge me quick, but they don’t know my lane
I seen joy and pain in the same champagne
Street code deep, and it cuts both ways
One wrong move and it all go grey
[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t sleep, I just run it up
Fill my cup, then I double up
Bad choices got a hold on me
Still I move like I’m meant to be
[Chorus]
Get that money, money
Get that money, money
We want more, we want plenty
Live fast, cold, and empty
Get that money, money
Get that money, money
Hands up high in the club tonight
But the morning comes and it don’t feel right
[Bridge]
Mama said, “Boy, don’t lose your name”
I heard her voice when I played that game
Now I’m caught in the smoke and the shame
Try to break free, but it feels the same
[Chorus]
Get that money, money
Get that money, money
We want more, we want plenty
Live fast, cold, and empty
Get that money, money
Get that money, money
Hands up high in the club tonight
But the morning comes and it don’t feel right
Details
GeneratedJun 11, 2026
Duration2:39
LanguageEnglish
Style
Hip-hop trap with a hard swung drum pocket, punchy 808 knocks, sparse hi-hat rolls, and a dark synth loop that opens up in the hook; verses stay stripped with dry lead vocal, the pre-chorus adds stacked ad-libs and filtered tension, and the chorus hits with gang chants and a sub drop. Occasional reverse crashes, siren-like risers, and vinyl grit between sections; bright yet heavy mix, close-mic and aggressive., rap
Credits
Prompt byLil_Dumbass
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Write me a basic rap song talking about drugs, women, strip clubs, getting money, dealing drugs and living a violent life on the streets 
