

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah Mister Liga From the north side Ay [Verse 1] Came up off a dream and a transfer Late nights on the line, tryna land work Now it’s floor-to-ceiling glass, see the whole turf CN in the fog, that’s my old church Count bands on the table in a condo Mom call, say a prayer through the Fongo Used to split fries, now it’s prime in the Bronco Same crew, but the vision gone colossal [Chorus] Money talk sweet with a cold accent (Liga) Whole town know how the boy stay blessed From the west to the east, I collect my checks Mister Liga, turn a thought to a private address Got the city on freeze, but I’m hot like this (yeah) Turn a side hustle verse to a Forbes-type list Every block that I walk, they can feel that drip Mister Liga, I’m the one make prosperity hit [Verse 2] Ten toes on the slush, never slip now Used to share one coat, we legit now Dropped one tape, made the rent for the crib now Plaques on the wall where the bills used to sit down Uber to the gig, now the driver askin’ “How you stack so fast? What’s the law of attraction?” Told him: wake up, pray, then you grind with a passion Turn pain into paint, then you hang it in mansions [Chorus] Money talk sweet with a cold accent (cold) Whole town know how the boy stay blessed From the west to the east, I collect my checks Mister Liga, turn a thought to a private address Got the city on freeze, but I’m hot like this (woah) Turn a side hustle verse to a Forbes-type list Every block that I walk, they can feel that drip Mister Liga, I’m the one make prosperity hit [Bridge] From the bus stop glare to the yacht-side air (yeah) Still the same kid with the late-night prayer If I shine too bright, that’s for those still there Put a map on my chain so they know we rare [Chorus] Money talk sweet with a cold accent (Liga) Whole town know how the boy stay blessed From the west to the east, I collect my checks Mister Liga, turn a thought to a private address Got the city on freeze, but I’m hot like this (hey) Turn a side hustle verse to a Forbes-type list Every block that I walk, they can feel that drip Mister Liga, I’m the one make prosperity hit
Tags
rap, Cold, moody Toronto trap: detuned bells, airy pads, and a sliding sub under crisp hi-hats. Male vocals in a confident mid-range, tight triplet flows in the verses, sticky melodic hook in the chorus. Ad-libs tucked wide in the stereo field; second half adds darker choir stabs and a heavier kick to lift the energy., hip hop, rich
2:18
No
3/21/2026