Lyrics
[Intro]
Bag talk
Brain warp
Same thing
Different form
[Verse 1]
I turn stress into grams, into bands, into land
Turn a shift into a chain, into plane, into plan
Got a safe in the floor
Got a safe in my head
One filled up with blue strips
One filled up with threats
Phone do a backflip
Every time it ring
Turn a doorbell ding
To a courtroom scene
But I slide like soap
On a shower floor
If they ask what I sold
Say I sold out tours
Gotta scale on the sink
But the sink stay clean
Got a plug out in space
Ship the pack in my dreams
I been bending these laws
Like I’m folding a map
Say they watching my moves
Tell ’em stream it and clap
[Chorus]
I get money, I don’t trip, I don’t trip
Whole block jumpin’ off a zip, off a zip
If it ain’t the bag, I dip, I dip
Middle fingers up, that’s it, that’s it
I get money, I don’t trip, I don’t trip
Whole block jumpin’ off a zip, off a zip
If it ain’t the bag, I dip, I dip
Middle fingers up, that’s it, that’s it
[Verse 2]
She want love, I want funds
Two phones, one plug
Heart cold
Like it came out the fridge with the drugs
She say “where this go?”
I say “right in the purse”
Only time I chase a body
When it’s printed on merch
I got lines that can bend time
Talk sick, make the clock cough
Bar so high
If you quote it, take your top off
I been serving these thoughts
They been serving me threats
They been typing in caps
I been counting in checks
They want peace from the beast?
Tell ’em read me my rights
I write rights on receipts
Off the dirt and the dice
Bad badge on my bumper
I just laugh at the light
If the law on my tail
Then I’m clipping the kite
[Chorus]
I get money, I don’t trip, I don’t trip
Whole block jumpin’ off a zip, off a zip
If it ain’t the bag, I dip, I dip
Middle fingers up, that’s it, that’s it
I get money, I don’t trip, I don’t trip
Whole block jumpin’ off a zip, off a zip
If it ain’t the bag, I dip, I dip
Middle fingers up, that’s it, that’s it
[Bridge]
Mind gone, but the math stay sharp (yeah)
Turn dark into light in the yard (uh)
Turn talk into tape, into charts (woah)
Turn pain into paint, into art
[Chorus]
Style
rapdarkswaggering trap banger with spaced-out synth bells and subby bass. verses ride a mid-tempo bounce with tightdouble-time pockets and occasional half-time drops. hook explodes with layered ad-libswide stereo hatsand a chanting crowd feel. male vocalsaggressive deliverytouches of pitched-down backing vocals on key punchlines.hip hopworld
Prompt
A rap/hip hop song about selling drugs, getting money, not worried about a bitch, fuck the police, some out of the world punchlines that will make people mind wonder
Credits
Prompt byRemixerAudio495
GeneratedJan 3, 2026
ModelAria v5
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