Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] [steel lick floating] Missed calls Missed sleep Never missed my moment (it’s on me) [Chorus] Phone ring, that’s the money talkin’ (yeah) Steel string sing when the block get quiet I was down bad, turned pain to a profit Turned every doubt to a deposit I been up all night, I been locked in Whole life flipped when I locked that margin Phone ring, that’s the money talkin’ If it ain’t about the hustle, I block it (click) [Verse 1] Whole city cold, I’m the hand on the thermostat Turned one brick dream to a real estate cul-de-sac Mind like a laundromat, I spin then I clean what I got Turn dirt into stock, make a garden out the vacant lot I was eatin’ ramen, now the plate got options Same hunger though, every move got caution Heart like a safe, combination in my notebook Every bar a blueprint, every line a new look (uh) I’m the glitch in the system, tax code in a rap flow They don’t understand, that’s exactly how the bag grow Talk cheap, my silence cost a kilo I don’t post wins, I just stand next to them like a hero I’m the late fee that they never planned for Interest on a loan that they took from my last score If success got a face, that’s my old ID Whole life on the line, then I signed as the guarantee (yeah) [Chorus] Phone ring, that’s the money talkin’ (ring ring) Steel string sing when the block get quiet I was down bad, turned pain to a profit Turned every doubt to a deposit I been up all night, I been locked in (locked in) Whole life flipped when I locked that margin Phone ring, that’s the money talkin’ If it ain’t about the hustle, I block it (click) [Verse 2] I’m the coin flip landin’ on the same side twice Loaded dice in my veins, I don’t gamble, I price If the dream got legs, I’m the one who taught it stride Put the team on my back like a number on a jersey line I’m a contract clause they forgot that they signed Fine print mind, loophole every time I’m the quiet in the room when the real ones walk in If the cap too loud, I subtract, then I re-franchise him (gone) Got a watch that don’t tick, this my timeless grind Calendar a blur, every day is “go time” I’m the tax they ain’t factored in, backend, add again Turn one stream into ten like I hacked the rain I’m the skyline seen from a busted bus seat Manifest mansion from a milk-crate front seat Every “L” I took, made an LLC Put my losses on payroll, now they work for me (facts) [Verse 3] I’m the high heel click on a marble floor Walk in, whole board room readjust they score I’m the ink on the deal, red pen in a clutch Turn a handshake greet to a takeover rush (yeah) I’m the password they forgot when they logged in late If they sleep on me, cool, I just bill they fate I’m the ladder in the rain, I don’t slip, I rise Turn a stain on my name to a custom design I’m the “maybe” turn “yes” when the check add zeros I’m the quiet young queen they don’t see ‘til she heroes Flip a rumor to a run-way, talk to a runway Now the jet on standby for a Monday I’m the clock on the wall when your rent past due That pressure in your chest? I turned that to fuel I’m the nail in the door that you kicked down, boy You thought it was you, I was loadin’ the crown, boy (what?) [Chorus] Phone ring, that’s the money talkin’ (money) Steel string sing when the block get quiet I was down bad, turned pain to a profit Turned every doubt
Tags
rap, Dark trap bounce with swung hats and deep sub, steel guitar chopped into eerie melodic stabs. Male vocals gritty and laid-back in the pocket on Verses 1 & 2; female vocal sharp, agile, and slightly pitched-up on Verse 3. Chorus opens wider with layered male/female ad-libs and distant gospel-style hums. Sparse keys and filtered bass in verses, then full low-end and bright steel glides in the hook for a hypnotic, late-night hustle anthem., smooth, hip hop
Duration
3:33
Instrumental
No
Created
2/15/2026