Lyrics
[Verse]
Money moves heavy, the duffle got weight
Counting dead presidents, piling the estate
Blowin’ on that loud, it’s a cloud, elevate
Mind on the millions, my hunger never satiate
[Chorus]
All about stacks, racks wrapped in elastic
Blunts so fat, they colossal, Jurassic
Inhale the grind, exhale the hate
Mixin' the hustle and the high, watch me dominate
[Verse 2]
Smoke thicker than the fog on a London street
Mind sharp, slicing through the beat, discreet
Green on green, got the weed matching the bank
Low-key moves, never showing the full tank
[Bridge]
Weed smoke signals the paper chase trail
Running numbers with precision, I’ll never fail
Fingers sticky from the bud and the cash
Both sides green, and they build my stash
[Chorus]
All about stacks, racks wrapped in elastic
Blunts so fat, they colossal, Jurassic
Inhale the grind, exhale the hate
Mixin' the hustle and the high, watch me dominate
[Verse 3]
Swerving past the drama, focus on the guap
Eyes redder than rubies, but I never stop
Life’s a puzzle, I’m collecting every piece
Money trees grow tall, aiming for the fleece
Style
rapdrillpulsatinggrimy
Prompt
A drill rap about making money and smoking weed, male, live
Credits
Prompt bySyctheticBeatz
GeneratedMar 10, 2025
ModelAria v4