(Intro)
Yeah…
From the bottom where the cold wind blows,
Now it’s neon lights and designer clothes.
Uh.
(Verse 1)
I came from the mud, now I drip in gold,
Heart so froze, yeah my story been told.
Late nights, fast life, city on flame,
Cash rules everything, respect the name.
Stack it up tall, watch the bankroll bend,
Fake friends switch but the grind don’t end.
White lines on a mirror, demons in disguise,
Smoke in the air while the dollar signs rise.
Shorty on my side, she loving the thrill,
Diamonds on her neck, but her heart stay still.
Backseat dreams in a blacked-out Benz,
Living too fast, don’t care how it ends.
(Pre-Chorus)
Money talk loud, I don’t gotta speak,
Pain turned savage, now I prey on the weak.
From ramen noodles to steak and shrimp,
Now the whole crew walking with a pimped-out limp.
(Chorus)
Money, drugs, bright lights,
Long days turn to wild nights.
Fast cars, bad vibes,
Pretty faces by my side.
We don’t sleep, we just chase highs,
City full of snakes in disguise.
From the gutter to the sky above,
All I ever knew was hustle and love.
(Verse 2)
Ice on my wrist like I froze time,
Every scar on my soul turned to a rhyme.
Enemies watching, they biting the wave,
Used to dig ditches, now I’m digging a grave.
Bottle half empty, but the clip stay full,
Pressure build up, yeah the trigger stay pulled.
Haters wanna see me locked in a cage,
But I turned every loss to a stage.
She whisper my name like it’s part of a spell,
Fell in love with the image I sell.
Red lights flash when the cops roll by,
But the engine too loud and the windows too high.
(Bridge)
Tell me what’s real when the money come fast,
Every smile fake, every moment don’t last.
Champagne tears on a penthouse view,
All this shine but the pain break through.
(Chorus)
Money, drugs, bright lights,
Long days turn to wild nights.
Fast cars, bad vibes,
Pretty faces by my side.
We don’t sleep, we just chase highs,
City full of snakes in disguise.
From the gutter to the sky above,
All I ever knew was hustle and love.
(Outro)
Yeah…
Neon dreams in a broken city,
Cash so clean but the past still gritty.
From nothing to something, that’s how it was—
Money, drugs… and a life no one does