Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Line ’em up I don’t babysit drinks Key to the city In a bag by the sink DCP in the system Yeah I’m losing my blink If you came here broke Better stay by the sink Money on my shirt White dust on the pink Couple bands on the floor Couple more in the link You got feelings I got figures We don’t share what we think Only talking ’bout cash Only talking in ink [Pre-Chorus] Big tab on the table (table) Big talk from the cheap seats You mad I’m unstable Still I got the crown in these streets Eyes wide Heart racing Can’t walk but I still don’t sink Say it to my face or Down that drink [Chorus] Fuck what you think I’m up I’m lit I’m paid (yeah) Whole crew sick We don’t do minimum wage Got drugs Got cash Got heat Got rage Fuck what you think We just write our own page Fuck what you think All gas No brakes No sleep If it ain’t about money Don’t you ever talk to me Big stacks Big risk That’s the life I picked Fuck what you think I’m the one they can’t fix (woo) [Verse 2] Bad ones in the booth They don’t dance They deal You still asking for love I’m just signing a deal I turn nights into numbers Turn a thought to a mill If you tripping on morals You can trip on my bill Swipe once for the powder Swipe twice for the drink I’ve been high for an hour You’ve been broke for a week I ain’t here for forgiveness I’m here for the brink Put my sins in a suitcase Let the whole thing clink [Pre-Chorus] Big tab on the table (table) Big talk from the cheap seats You mad I’m unstable Still I got the crown in these streets Eyes wide Heart racing Can’t walk but I still don’t sink Say it to my face or Down that drink [Chorus] Fuck what you think I’m up I’m lit I’m paid (paid) Whole crew sick We don’t do minimum wage Got drugs Got cash Got heat Got rage Fuck what you think We just write our own page Fuck what you think All gas No brakes No sleep If it ain’t about money Don’t you ever talk to me (nah) Big stacks Big risk That’s the life I picked Fuck what you think I’m the one they can’t fix (yeah) [Bridge] [Beat drops Vocal chopped hook looping low] Talk big But you ain’t on shit (on shit) I bleed risk when I bite my lip Pray for me I’ma stain these bills If it kills me I die fulfilled [Chorus] Fuck what you think I’m up I’m lit I’m paid Whole crew sick We don’t do minimum wage Got drugs Got cash Got heat Got rage Fuck what you think We just write our own page Fuck what you think All gas No brakes No sleep If it ain’t about money Don’t you ever talk to me Big stacks Big risk That’s the life I picked Fuck what you think I’m the one they can’t fix (hey)
Tags
dance, Aggressive late-night club banger at 132 BPM, male vocals snarling over distorted bass, snappy percussion, and metallic stabs. Verses ride a relentless four-on-the-floor with short rap-sung lines, pre-chorus tension built with risers and filtered synths, chorus explodes with wide chants and stacked gang vocals. Occasional pitch-shifted ad-libs and FX sweeps keep the energy peaking for a DJ-focused late night dance mix., male vocals
Duration
2:37
Instrumental
No
Created
2/19/2026