Lyrics
[Verse 1]
They count it up in gold rooms
I count scars and rent due
Mama worked two shifts, hands split
I learned the game, now I bend rules
Same wolves in clean suits
Same mouths with full teeth
Talk about “earned” like they built this
While my side had to chew on weak
I seen the board, I seen the lies
Seen the gate locked, seen the prize
Seen them sip while we scrape plates
Now I’m done being “nice” for a dime
I don’t ask, I take my space
I don’t fold, I raise the stakes
If they built it on our backs
Then watch the whole damn thing shake
[Pre-Chorus]
Say my name, hear the floor crack
Hands up, I don’t look back
You can’t cage what got teeth
You can’t starve what learned to eat
[Chorus]
Flip the ledger, flip it now
Flip the ledger, take it back
Rich man choke on stolen ground
Poor girls loud, we hit back
Flip the ledger, flip it now
Turn that table, watch it crack
I’m that storm they couldn’t buy
Bad bitch energy, no cap
[Verse 2]
He got mansions, I got memory
Every bill is a ceremony
Every “no” was a lesson
Every bruise turned into strategy
I wear grit like velvet
I wear pain like gold
I don’t need their permission
I was built to break the mold
Yeah, I got a tongue like fire
Yeah, I got a spine like steel
If they want me to bow down
They gon’ need a whole new deal
I’m for the girls in the bus stop rain
For the ones who carry everybody’s pain
For the ones who make ten from two
And still get blamed for what the rich ones do
[Bridge]
Hush now, let the room get small
Hear that? That’s the old world fall
Not your toy, not your throne
We were made to take back home
[Chorus]
Flip the ledger, flip it now
Flip the ledger, take it back
Rich man choke on stolen ground
Poor girls loud, we hit back
Flip the ledger, flip it now
Turn that table, watch it crack
I’m that storm they couldn’t buy
Bad bitch energy, no cap
[Outro]
Not a plea
Not a pray
Just a hand on the wheel
And a world that we reclaim
Details
GeneratedJul 14, 2026
Duration2:57
LanguageEnglish
Style
Trap rap with a hard boom-bap swing, snapping hi-hats and trunk-rattle low end; verse rides sparse kick, snare, and tense piano stabs, pre-chorus tightens with rising claps and a vocal chant, chorus hits with massive group doubles and a jagged synth hook. Female vocals, close-mic and commanding, with stacked ad-libs, delay throws on the punch words, reversed swells into drops, and a bright, punchy mix that feels ruthless and polished., rap, rich
Credits
Prompt bySnowyRocket405
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
The poor need to rob the rich turn the tables & flip the switch now let's Robin Hood this bitch bad bitch rap song make it girl but powerful
