[Intro]
[Atmospheric ambient synths building, distant ticking clock sound, deep sub-bass drone]
Split the bill, split the cost.
Show me who's the boss.
Fifty-fifty...
Yeah, we make it fifty-fifty.
[Vocal sighs into mic]
'Cause I ain't your mama.
[Verse 1]
[Rattling trap hi-hats enter. Heavy, distorted 808 bass slides under a crisp Roland TR-808 snare. Vocal is delivered with a fast, rhythmic, triplet trap flow.]
I ain’t your maid, I ain’t your nurse,
Keep your hands right out my purse.
I make my cash, I clock my time,
I bought this house, this life is mine.
So cook your food and clean your plate,
I'm a partner, not your mate.
[Pre-Chorus]
[Trap hi-hats accelerate into frantic 64th-note rolls. An EDM riser sweeps upward. Dark orchestral brass stabs grow louder and faster.]
No, I ain’t your mama,
No, I ain’t your nurse.
Watch the roles reverse,
Yeah, watch the roles reverse.
I don’t need your crown,
I don’t need your cash,
Hit the system crash—
[All audio cuts instantly. Total silence except for a crisp, low-pitched vocal sample]
Now hit the system crash.
[Drop 1 (Trap / Future Bass)]
[Explosion of massive, pitching 808 bass glides. Aggressive, metallic EDM lead synth plays a syncopated, driving festival melody. Sharp trap brass stabs accent the downbeats.]
[Vocal chops stuttering violently over the beat: "Fi-Fi-Fi-Fi-Fifty!"]
Go split it!
Yeah, fifty-fifty!
[Verse 2]
[The beat drops back into a minimalist, heavy trap groove. A dirty, buzzing reese bassline snakes underneath. Vocal shifts to a confident, rhythmic spoken cadence.]
You thought that I was playing games,
But check the title, check the names.
I got the whip, I got the keys,
So get your knees up off the grease.
Don't drop your laundry on my floor,
Or I will show your ass the door.
[Pre-Chorus]
[Snare rolls double in speed alongside a rushing white-noise riser. Vocal tracks are layered with a wide stereo-widening effect, building intense energy.]
No, I ain’t your mama,No, I ain’t your nurse.
Watch the roles reverse,Yeah, watch the roles reverse.
Fifty-fifty...Fifty-fifty...
[Vocal loops rapidly with a pitch-up effect: ]
"Fifty-fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-"
[Main Drop (Hybrid Trap / Hardstyle)][Monstrous, distorted hardstyle kick drums fuse with a rapid, metallic trap rhythm. The main synthesizer is a piercing, screeching laser lead that trade bars with heavy sub-bass bursts.]
[Vocal line is heavily processed, pitched down, and digitally distorted]
I AIN'T YOUR MAMA!
[Rhythmic trap chants "Hey! Hey! Hey!" ring out in the background background]
[Bridge]
[Drums and bass drop out completely. A dark, filtered supersaw synth pad plays a minor chord progression.]
Clean your plate.
Fix your plate.
Wash your clothes.
Watch your tone.
I’m a queen, not a maid.
Watch the debt get paid.
[Outro][The heavy trap instrumentation fades into a low, pulsating sub-bass hum.]
[Vocal whispers directly into the center channel.]
Fifty...Fifty...
I told you, I ain't your mama.
Haha
Take care of yourself.
MVSSY_LVND
