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Lyrics
(Intro)
(Heavy, distorted bass kicks in)
Yeah.
Mask on, Glock cocked.
You know what time it is.
Let’s get this fucking money.
(Verse 1)
Step through the doors, keep the pulse on the beat,
High stakes, high pressure, yeah, we feel the heat.
Eyes on the prize, counting down on the clock,
Looking for the treasure behind every lock.
Tell the manager "Easy," just open the gate,
Before the sirens arrive and it's getting too late.
Fill up the duffel, yeah, we need every cent,
This is the life of the bold, 100 percent.
(Chorus)
Fifty thousand in the bag, yeah, we're on the run,
Chasing the horizon under the setting sun.
Don't care about the limits, we're breaking the mold,
Turning every story into silver and gold.
Fifty k, fifty k, living life in the fast lane,
Leaving all the worry and the struggle and the pain.
(Verse 2)
Tires spinning on the road, dodging every light,
Fifty thousand reasons why we’re fading into night.
Count the stacks in the back, feeling crisp, feeling new,
Making every move that we planned to do.
Switch the plates, change the ride, disappear in the mist,
Checking off the goals on the top of the list.
From the bottom to the top, yeah, we’re making the play,
Walking with the shadows at the end of the day.
(Outro)
Yeah.
Fifty racks.
High stakes.
Can't catch what you can't see.
Gone.
(Beat fades out with the sound of a distant engine)
Details
GeneratedMar 20, 2026
Duration1:49
LanguageEnglish
Style
Heavy distorted bass and aggressive 808s.
A dark, cinematic atmosphere that builds tension. High-energy delivery. Male
Credits
Prompt byFlyKeys703
ModelAria v5
