Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Uh
(ha)
Get that money
[Chorus]
She get that money from tricks, yeah, get that money (get that)
High heels clickin’ on the strip, still get that money
Coupe outside, tints dark, she get that money
Smile on fake but the bag on real, she get that money
[Verse 1]
Shorty got a trap phone, cracked screen glowin’
Room smell like cheap smoke, blinds half open
Baby hairs slick, edges sharp like a blade
Whole week booked, she ain’t never callin’ in sick to get paid
Two in the mornin’, backseat dealin’ with demons
Hands on her waist, in her head she just seein’
New lease, lil’ brother with some fresh new shoes
She ain’t prayin’ for love, she only prayin’ for the views
She know they talk, call her every dirty lil’ name
She just flick ash on the curb, swervin’ out the shame
Tattoo on her wrist say “trust who feed you”
If it ain’t family or the plug, then they see-through
[Chorus]
She get that money from tricks, yeah, get that money (get that)
High heels clickin’ on the strip, still get that money
Coupe outside, tints dark, she get that money
Smile on fake but the bag on real, she get that money
[Verse 2]
Hotel lobby, late night, clerk look away
She walk past, perfume cuttin’ through the gray
Half up-front in a rubber band, half in a safe
If it ever go left, she got a blade in her lace
Sugar daddy in his feelings, tryna save her soul
He just payin’ for the time, never gettin’ control
She been broke on a futon, stomach all twist
Now they pay double just to ever touch her wrist
She seen girls go missin’, seen girls go broke
Seen white lines take ‘em under like a wave off the coast
So she sip slow, count slow, watch who talk slick
Everything cost, yeah, even love is a trick
[Chorus]
She get that money from tricks, yeah, get that money (yeah, yeah)
High heels clickin’ on the strip, still get that money
Coupe outside, tints dark, she get that money
Smile on fake but the bag on real, she get that money (get that)
[Bridge]
All that shame in they voice, she just turn into ice
“Is you payin’ my bills?” that’s the roll of the dice
You gon’ judge from the side, she gon’ judge what you spend
World cold, she just hustle ‘til the cold turn to M’s
[Chorus]
She get that money from tricks, yeah, get that money (get that)
High heels clickin’ on the strip, still get that money
Coupe outside, tints dark, she get that money
Smile on fake but the bag on real, she get that money
Style
raphard trap gangsta rap beat with deep sub-bass and sharp hi-hatsmale vocals. hook is chant-like and aggressiveverses ride double-time pockets with gritty storytelling. dark keys and distant choir stabs in the backgroundad-libs tucked around the main vocal for a street-cypher feel. chorus opens up with stacked vocal shouts808 glides swell between lines for maximum bounce.deep
Prompt
Make a deep bass rap song about chicks that get there money from tricks and get that money, rap, trap, gangsta rap
Credits
Prompt bywileecoyote
GeneratedFeb 6, 2026
ModelAria v5
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