Lyrics
[Verse 1]
[low male vocal]
Red dress
Fake name on the guest list
High floor
Gold card on the nightstand
She pour the drink, he braggin' 'bout his bankroll
She smile, count exits, watch his eyes close
[Chorus]
[male vocal + crowd]
Penthouse pockets, fill that bag
She take it all back, take it all back (hey)
He thought he owned her, ran that game
But she flip that script, walk out with his chain
Penthouse pockets, that's her pay
Every long night gettin' closer to escape
[Verse 2]
[female rap]
He said, "Baby girl, we a team, we family"
But he keep the cream, just toss me vanity
Lipstick mirror, see the bruise, see the plan form
Every rich fool just a step in the brainstorm
Room key, new suit, same pattern, same speech
He out in the hall while I practice my reach
Wallet in the coat, safe code on the notepad
He count my bodies, I count every tote bag
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[female rap, half-sung]
One night, blue lights parked by the awning
I text that number I been hiding in my bra strap
"Suite 19, bring friends, he's talkin'"
He pacing in the lobby, I'm calm in a ball cap
[whispered] Badge at the door, heard "Hands where we can see"
I slide the last roll in my boot, feel my heart breathe
He scream my name like I broke some commandment
I look dead through the glass like, "You ain't my damn man"
[Chorus]
Style
rapgritty live blues band with punk edge; crunchy overdriven guitarswalking bass that snaps into half-time for the hooktight kit with rimshots and tom fills. male vocals on the sung partsfemale rapper front and center on versescall-and-response shouts from the crowd. chorus swells with gang vocals and bent blues notes; brief guitar lick after each hook line. rawroom‑mic vibe like a small club recording.bluespoppunk
Prompt
male, live, blues, pop, punk, rap female rapper about a woman getting pimped out going to penthouse suites stealing from the clients for the pimp and turning him in to be free
Credits
Prompt byNoiseHybrid471
GeneratedJan 16, 2026
ModelAria v5
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