“Oilfield Money” (Rap God Style Flow)
(Intro – fast)
Yeah
Mud on the boots, flame in the sky
West Texas wind and I’m built to survive
Clock in, locked in, ready to ride
Rig going up like the stock on the rise
(Hook)
Oilfield money, stack it up tall
Black gold drip, yeah we risk it all
Long nights, cold steel, no sleep at all
If the price goes up, then we all stand tall
Oilfield money — grit in my teeth
Work so hard got dirt underneath
Sun come up, still on my feet
Blue collar grind can’t face defeat
(Verse 1 – fast flow)
4AM shift with the frost in the air
Hard hat tight and a thousand-yard stare
Iron so heavy but I don’t care
Built for the pressure, I live right there
Pipe get swung, torque get set
Hands stay cut but I ain’t done yet
Mud on my jeans, paycheck wet
Every bruise turn into a Corvette
Flare stack burn like a signal light
Whole sky glow in the dead of night
Wind so strong nearly steal your breath
One wrong move, that’s life or death
But I don’t flinch, I don’t fold
I was raised on grit, I was born this bold
They talk that desk job, climate control
I take the heat, let the roughneck roll
(Hook)
Oilfield money, stack it up tall
Black gold drip, yeah we risk it all
Long nights, cold steel, no sleep at all
If the price goes up, then we all stand tall
Oilfield money — grit in my teeth
Work so hard got dirt underneath
Sun come up, still on my feet
Blue collar grind can’t face defeat
(Verse 2 – faster, layered)
Boomtown rising, hotels packed
Payday hit and the bank intact
Diesel trucks with the windows black
Whole crew strong and we got each back
From the basin floor to the pipeline run
From the drill bit spin to the job well done
From ramen nights to the money won
Now mama ain’t stressing ‘bout anyone
Calloused hands and a backbone stiff
Clock don’t stop on a twelve-hour shift
Wind cut sharp like a razor’s edge
But I stay planted, I never hedge
They don’t see the miles we drive
They don’t see who barely survive
They just see trucks when we roll through town
But we keep this whole world spinning round
(Bridge – breakdown, half-time)
Yeah…
Oilfield blood in my DNA
Paying my dues in a harder way
When that rig starts humming, you know I’m alive
Pressure make diamonds — I thrive
(Final Hook – big energy)
Oilfield money, earned not given
Blue collar dream, rough life living
Flare stack light like heaven’s vision
Sweat built every decision
Oilfield money — that’s the mission
Sacrifice now, long-term vision
Hard hat crown, no competition
We built different — that’s the definition
durand
