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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Counting stacks, pocket's swole, look enormous.
Diamonds heavy on my neck—got 'em gorgeous.
Beamer parked, blacked out, call it caution.
VVS ice, cold as Frosty, no exhaustion.
[Chorus]
Money talks, I’m the loudest in the room.
Guns tucked sharp, singing midnight tunes.
Trap dreams built from flipping fumes,
Riding fast—straight heat, no costume.
[Verse 2]
Roll up in the backseat, blue hundreds bloom.
Clock ticking, time rich, feel consumed.
Block calls, burner phones, late resumes.
Lanes split quick; future left entombed.
[Bridge]
Round the way, living risky, ride or stray.
Gunplay whispers on streets every day.
BMW trails through the urban ballet,
While my shadow pays the game's decay.
[Verse 3]
Hollow tips kiss when the sun's turning red.
Racks on stacks, feeding the hunger instead.
Bent reality tight, wired pics in my head—
Don't ask morals, ask “when’s the next bread?”
[Chorus]
Money talks, I’m the loudest in the room.
Guns tucked sharp, singing midnight tunes.
Trap dreams built from flipping fumes,
Riding fast—straight heat, no costume.
Details
GeneratedApr 26, 2025
Duration4:00
LanguageNL
Style
male vocals, hip hop, trap, high-energy, rap, heavy bass
Credits
Prompt by
FroXGotti94
FroXGotti94ModelAria v4
Prompt
rap, trap, hip hop gang drugs guns bmw money vvs
