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[Intro]
Red dress, gold glass
High stakes, burnin’ fast
Dealer wink, loaded dice
Thought I’d never pay the price
[Verse 1]
Penthouse view, velvet rope
Champagne spillin’ on my fur coat
Tip the band, slide ‘em cash
Laughin’ loud while I watch ‘em pass
Black card flash, “put it on me”
Every night a new VIP
Didn’t see that bottom line
Crawlin’ up to break my spine
[Pre-Chorus]
Then the bills came in like thunder
Every door closed in my face
From the velvet throne to the gutter
I learned how fast you can be replaced
[Chorus]
I went from high roller to holy roller
From silk sheets to a stained floor sofa
From front row to a cold cell corner
Thought my soul was sold, game over
Then you walked in, crossed that line
Pulled my hands out the dirt and grime
High roller, low life, crooked and blind
Now I’m all in on a different kind of shine
[Verse 2]
Pawnshop ring, busted heel
Stackin’ lies just to get a meal
Skimmin’ tills, pickin’ locks
Heart beat harder than the cops
Late night, busted score
Sirens singin’ at my door
Orange suit, metal chain
Every choice spelled out my name
[Pre-Chorus]
You were singin’ in that chapel
Voice cut through the iron bars
Said, “You ain’t what you’ve been after
You’re still more than all these scars”
[Chorus]
[Bridge – Rap (male)]
Yeah
Used to chase chips, now I chase grace
You saw dirt, but you looked at my face
Said, “You ain’t stuck in that last mistake”
Broke those cuffs like they cheap, they fake
We was both on the run from our own reflection
You turned my crime scenes into confession
Took that greed, that need for the next big hit
Flipped it, now we ride, put the light on it
From the back of the van with the loot in the bag
To a beat-up car with a cross on the dash
You said, “Ride or die?” I said, “Ride and live”
You gave me more than the world could give
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Red dress, thrift store find
Same girl, brand new mind
Empty glass, full heart
Stackin’ mercy like a brand-new start
Details
GeneratedJan 16, 2026
Duration3:29
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Greasy blues-funk live band with tight drums, rubbery bass, clavinet stabs, and bright horn hits; female vocals up front, smoky but powerful. Verses stay in a low, syncopated groove, pre-chorus climbs with organ swells, chorus explodes with gang vocals and tambourine. Middle eight opens up for a gritty male rap over a stripped-down bass-and-snare pocket, then the full band slams back in for the final hook., funk, pop, blues
Credits
Prompt byNoiseHybrid471
ModelAria v5
Prompt
blues, funk, pop, live, female about the high roller life then becoming bankrupt and turning to a life of crime and finding someone who changes their life with a male rapper rap
