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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
Details
GeneratedFeb 15, 2026
Duration3:33
LanguageEnglish
Style
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
Credits
Prompt byShadowNoon
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Rap about hustling, brilliant metaphors and punchlines, catchy chorus, smooth flow, hip hop, 2 male verses, 1 female verse, rap, male, trap, steel guitar
