[Intro]
(A warm acoustic guitar riff loops, slightly out of tune. A low-fi, whispered producer tag cuts through the static)
(Whisper) MISSY LAND...Yeah.
Watch your hands.
[Verse 1 - MVSSY_LVND]
Caught you reaching for the top shelf, chasing a prize,
I see those dollar signs blinking in your eyes.
Sipping slow, yeah, you're always wanting more,
Leaving neon fingerprints all over the floor.
Play it cool, just scanning the room,
Everything we touch is bound to bloom.
[Pre-Chorus]
You want the recipe, the secret blend,
Burning through cash just to pretend.
Getting messy, pulling at the strings,
Look at what the sweet life brings.
[Chorus]
Sticky fingers, reaching for the gold,
Grabbing everything before the story gets told.
Glaze on the money, glaze on the rings,
Flying too high on these digital wings.
Sticky fingers, you can't wash it clean,
The greediest crew that you’ve ever seen.
[Verse 2 - Male Guest Artist]
(The melody drops out. A heavy, distorted 808 bass and sharp, stuttering hi-hats hit. The guest drops his voice an octave, delivering a gravelly, confident flow).
Yeah, look.
High-gloss luxury dripping on my shoes,
With a flavor like this, we don't know how to lose.
Candy-coated paint on the custom whip,
Watch the ice freeze while the sugar-water drips.
Grab the bag, flip it, pocket full of sweet,
MISSY LAND counting up numbers on the beat.
Yeah, we sticky with it.
[Bridge]
(The beat cuts completely. The guitar slows down, both voices overlapping casually with a deep baritone backing up MVSSY_LVND).
[MVSSY_LVND]: Once it touches your hands...
[Guest]: You can't let it go.
[MVSSY_LVND]: Running through the plans...
[Guest]: Watch the cash flow.
(A sharp cash register ding, followed by a sudden snare roll).
Turn it up.
[Chorus]
Sticky fingers, reaching for the gold,
Grabbing everything before the story gets told.
Glaze on the money, glaze on the rings,
Flying too high on these digital wings.
Sticky fingers, you can't wash it clean,
The greediest crew that you’ve ever seen.
[Outro]
(The bass fades out. The guitar loop warps and slows down. The male guest ad-libs a low chuckle).
Sticky fingers...Keep the change.
Yeah.
(The sound of loose coins dropping on a table, cutting off abruptly).
MVSSY_LVND
