[Intro] Yeah Turn the lights up Just enough to watch me win [Verse 1] Walk in, whole room glitchin VIP rope look like ribbon Bouncer say “list?” — I’m the difference Face Card Platinum, no limit (hey!) I don’t chase checks, checks chase me I don’t chase clout, clout page me Bottle girl smiles like she hates me Tips so rude that they say “thank me” I’m the plot twist, you the recap I’m the group chat, you the read receipt app You just background, I’m the recap caption I’m the main course, you the free napkins Talking big bags, yours bite-sized My worst L still your highlight Said you outside, boy, I’m skylines I don’t do small talk, I do timelines [Chorus] Club lights on my face, that’s a spotlight Every step that I take feel like a launch site Whole squad look rich in the wrong light (too clean) Tell ’em pipe down, this my song night I got one, two, three rows screaming my name (my name) So loud, sound tech think it’s feedback If you really this cold, you don’t need cap If you looking for the wave, you can read that On the club lights [Verse 2] I don’t ask price, I ask “how soon?” You still rehearsing, I just resume You still gossip, I consume rooms I been that rumor with proof, boom Every line slick, watch your shoes slip Got ’em screenshotting every new clip They refresh pages just to view this I refresh payments like it’s new drip You a cheap seat, I’m the lease fee I make rich men look like “lease, please” When I walk by, mirrors retweet me Got ’em all pressed like a clean tee I’m the main stage, you the coat rack I’m the real flex, you the throwback Say you want smoke, better know that I don’t take L’s, I just grow stats (yeah) [Chorus] Club lights on my face, that’s a spotlight Every step that I take feel like a launch site Whole squad look rich in the wrong light (too clean) Tell ’em pipe down, this my song night I got one, two, three rows screaming my name (my name) So loud, sound tech think it’s feedback If you really this cold, you don’t need cap If you looking for the wave, you can read that On the club lights [Bridge] [Beat drops, bass filters out, just drums and vocal] Hands up high for the real ones (real ones) Hands up twice if you feel one (feel one) If the bar tab long, that’s a field run I don’t chase, I choose who I build from (yeah) [Chorus] Club lights on my face, that’s a spotlight Every step that I take feel like a launch site Whole squad look rich in the wrong light (too clean) Tell ’em pipe down, this my song night I got one, two, three rows screaming my name (my name) So loud, sound tech think it’s feedback If you really this cold, you don’t need cap If you looking for the wave, you can read that On the club lights

rap, High-energy club rap over hard-hitting drums and thick, distorted bass, male vocals. Verses bounce with double-time pockets, playful pauses, and sly internal rhymes; hook explodes with shout-along gang vocals and rising synth stabs. Sparse drops before punchlines, then everything slams back in for maximum swagger on each chorus., clever

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