

Prompt / Lyrics
(Intro – low drone, slide guitar screaming, slow stomp beat) Yeah… This ain’t a love song. It’s a fuckin’ warning. (Verse 1 – snarled vocal, gritty drawl) She walked in smellin’ like trouble and cheap perfume Eyes cold as a graveyard under a half-lit moon Said I was “special,” said I was “the one” While my buddy down the bar was buyin’ her another fuckin’ round She don’t touch, she don’t kiss, she don’t feel a thing Just counts your wallet while she pulls your strings Calls it flirtin’, calls it fate Two grown men feedin’ her appetite (Pre-Chorus – tension rising, backing vocals rough) We were swingin’ fists over borrowed lies While she watched us burn with dead fuckin’ eyes (Chorus – loud, angry, chant-ready) She don’t want dick, she wants money She don’t love men, she loves somethin’ shiny Two dumb assholes, same damn bait She drains your soul then she walks away She’ll say your name like it means somethin’ Then rob you blind like it’s nothin’ Yeah she don’t want love, she wants cash And she laughs while your whole world cracks (Guitar Riff – thick, dirty southern crunch) (Verse 2 – more aggressive, almost shouting) Saw her ridin’ clean in his brand-new truck Same fake smile, same fake “luck” She ain’t confused, she ain’t scared She’s cold-blooded, she’s fuckin’ prepared She’ll let you dream, let you drown While she’s stackin’ green and skip-town bound We fought like dogs, bled like fools She played us both like fuckin’ tools (Pre-Chorus – shouted) We blamed each other, never her That’s how the con always fuckin’ works (Chorus – repeat, heavier) She don’t want dick, she wants money She don’t give a shit if it’s you or me Two sad bastards, one slick scam She counts our pain like a business plan She’ll whisper lies, stay real sweet Till your bank account’s six feet deep Yeah she don’t want love, she wants cash And she don’t look back when your heart goes smash (Guitar Solo – long, unhinged, bending strings like a scream) (Bridge – breakdown, dark spoken word) Ain’t mad she played the game Mad we thought she felt the same She don’t fuck men, she fucks numbers Leaves behind broke hearts and broken brothers (Drums crash back in hard) (Final Chorus – double length, gang vocals) She don’t want dick, she wants money She don’t bleed, she don’t feel nothin’ Two fools buried under pride While she walks free, fuckin’ fine She’ll take your trust, take your name Then act shocked when you feel the pain Yeah she don’t want love, she wants cash And we’re just another fuckin’ aftermath (Outro – slow fade, slide guitar crying) Two men broke… One woman rich… Same damn lie. Men verses money…. Men always lose.
Tags
Wild, snarling classic-rock fury with soaring vocals, bluesy riffs, blazing solos, and raw outlaw attitude., rock
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12/15/2025