Lyrics
[Intro]
Money falling from the sky
Like they dropping it on sight (yeah)
Ask around about the grind
They gon point you to my side (grrt)
[Verse 1]
Drug life, money life
Pick a lane, they the same night
Dirty hands, clean ice
Whole block living off one price
Me and bro stand tall, back to back
Ain’t a soul in my lane that I won’t lap
Whole hood whispering, “Yo, you hiring?”
I just shrug, count cash, keep firing
[Chorus]
Money falling from the sky like planes
I got more coming in than your fave
You can hate, you can cry, you can pray
Still won’t eat from the plate I made
Money falling from the sky like planes
Every drip got me numb to the pain
Whole hood asking us if we hiring
We just laugh, keep stacking and sliding (yeah)
[Verse 2]
No rules, no codes, just results
Every move that I make turn to vaults
Every word that you say, just insult
I don’t fold, I revolt, I exalt
Mad at the life that I chose?
You ain’t seen what I seen on these roads
You ain’t felt that heat on your clothes
Heart cold, but the wrist still froze (brrt)
[Chorus]
Money falling from the sky like planes
I got more coming in than your fave
You can hate, you can cry, you can pray
Still won’t eat from the plate I made
Money falling from the sky like planes
Every drip got me numb to the pain
Whole hood asking us if we hiring
We just laugh, keep stacking and sliding (hey)
[Bridge]
You want in? Better bleed for it
Every day, no sleep for it
Say you down, let me see for it
Talk cheap, but the dream’s worth a key for it (key for it)
[Chorus]
Money falling from the sky like planes
I got more coming in than your fave
You can hate, you can cry, you can pray
Still won’t eat from the plate I made
Money falling from the sky like planes
Every drip got me numb to the pain
Whole hood asking us if we hiring
We just laugh, keep stacking and sliding (woah)
Style
rapaggressive trap banger with male vocals; sharpdetuned bells over snarling 808s and skittering hats. verses stay tight and clenchedall midrange attitude; hook explodes with shouted gang vocals and doubled leads. sparse melodic elements keep focus on the vocal gritwith a late-song drop where the beat stutters then slams back in for maximum impact.
Prompt
Drug life money falling from the sky’s like planes got more money coming then trump does hustle so hard whole hood asks if we hiring me and my brother stand our own no rules no codes angry rap
Credits
Prompt by
chrismichael331
chrismichael331GeneratedFeb 11, 2026
ModelAria v5
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