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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
Details
GeneratedMar 8, 2026
Duration3:16
LanguageEnglish
Style
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
Credits
Prompt byShadowNoon
ModelAria v5
Prompt
rap, trap, club type BEAT WITH CATCHY MELODY, KICK DRUM AND BASS LINE, male, RAPS ABOUT GETTING MONEY AND STREET LIFE, first two verses and FEMALE RAP THIRD VERSE, hip hop
