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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Roger in the booth, got a gold-tooth grin,
Stacks in his pockets, where the fun begin.
Money magnet, call him a cash turbine,
Friends rollin' deep, like a conga line.
Used to flip burgers, now he flips beats,
From the corner store hustle to designer seats.
Roger makin’ moves, no time for the static,
His wallet got friends—call it charismatic.
[Chorus]
Roger got friends 'cause Roger got cash,
Pockets so heavy, they could break the dash.
Money talks loud, so they call him the plug,
Roger’s rich friends, yeah, they give him a hug.
[Verse 2]
Roger on the grind, he’s the trap rap king,
Every dollar earned, got his phone to ping.
Bought a yacht, called it "Friendship Cruise,"
If cash buys loyalty, he’ll never lose.
They all laugh loud at his corny jokes,
'Cause his bankroll thicker than encycloped'ic tomes.
Roger's squad tight, but they follow the bread,
A circle of green, not the love they spread.
[Pre-Chorus]
Is it the vibe, or is it the bills?
Friendship's a mountain, but cash builds the hills.
Details
GeneratedOct 31, 2025
Duration1:25
LanguageEnglish
Style
playful synths, upbeat energy, hard-hitting 808s, trap, hip hop, rap
Credits
Prompt byRogerHouston
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A rap song about roger being a trap rap artist and making lot of friends with money. Catchy hook with funny chorus, rap, trap, hip hop
