

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah Stack it up Stack it up (uh) Look [Chorus] Money on my mind, I don’t sleep, I just grind Every day I’m chasin’ what was never gonna be mine Turned a little into more, then I blew past the line If it ain’t about a bag, hit decline, hit decline Money on my mind, I don’t sleep, I just grind Had to risk it all, left my old life behind Now they lookin’ at the shine, but they never saw the climb If it ain’t about a bag, hit decline, hit decline [Verse 1 – Male] Used to flip change for a plate, that’s facts Now it’s big notes, rubber bands, no tax Cameras on the porch, dogs in the back Couple homies fell off, couldn’t handle all the pressure in the trap Phone doing numbers like a raffle Plug talk sweet, but the work all hassle Learned quick, keep your circle real small ’Cause the loudest one talkin’ be the first one to tattle Long nights, hoodie tight, eyes red Had to dodge blue lights, still see it in my head Mama said “Boy, that road ends dead” But I only saw the hunger and the bread that I bled for [Chorus] Money on my mind, I don’t sleep, I just grind Every day I’m chasin’ what was never gonna be mine Turned a little into more, then I blew past the line If it ain’t about a bag, hit decline, hit decline Money on my mind, I don’t sleep, I just grind Had to risk it all, left my old life behind Now they lookin’ at the shine, but they never saw the climb If it ain’t about a bag, hit decline, hit decline [Verse 2 – Male] First of the month, that’s a warzone Rent due, plus the re-up on the ozone I was tryna turn ones into more stones Now the safe too stuffed, need more rooms, more homes Still got scars from the block though Seen real ones fold when it got cold I done ran through the rain in the same clothes Prayin’ I don’t ride in that plain clothes auto Talk cheap, so I count in silence Keep the stash in a wall, let ’em doubt my balance If you came from the mud, you can feel my violence Every step up the ladder had a risk, had a siren (woo) [Chorus] Money on my mind, I don’t sleep, I just grind Every day I’m chasin’ what was never gonna be mine Turned a little into more, then I blew past the line If it ain’t about a bag, hit decline, hit decline Money on my mind, I don’t sleep, I just grind Had to risk it all, left my old life behind Now they lookin’ at the shine, but they never saw the climb If it ain’t about a bag, hit decline, hit decline [Verse 3 – Female] I was countin’ up ones in a back room Now I’m walkin’ in the spot, make the track boom He was flexin’ like he really made the cash move Funny how they disappear when the pack lose I’m the plug and the socket (yeah) High heels on the carpet Got the stash in the closet Turned pain to a profit, I’m locked in They ain’t ever had to dodge raids They ain’t ever had to hide plates They just wanna take pics, show face I was tryna keep a brother out of cold case Now I’m pullin’ up clean, still street in my veins If you talk about the grind, better speak on the pain If you talk about the shine, better speak on the rain I’m the queen of the hustle, put respect on the name (what) [Chorus] Money on my mind, I don’t sleep, I just grind Every day I’m chasin’ what was never gonna be mine Turned a little into more, then I blew past the line If it ain’t about a bag, hit decline, hit decline Money on my
Tags
rap, Hard-hitting club trap with male and female vocals trading verses. Dark, rubbery bass and snappy percussion under a hypnotic synth lead melody. Verses ride a tight, aggressive pocket; hooks explode with stacked gang vocals and rising FX. Third verse flips to a sharper female flow over a slightly stripped beat before everything slams back in for the final chorus., hip hop, drum and bass
3:16
No
3/8/2026