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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Woke up countin’ crumpled bills
Pocket stuffed
But my chest feels hollow
Glass on the counter
Razor scars
Red in the sink that money can’t swallow
Gold on my wrist don’t mean a thing
When I scrub these stains that never fade
Phone keep buzzin’
Same old ring
“Got that prayer in a bag
” another trade
[Chorus]
Too much money
Too much coke
Whole damn town breathin’ in my smoke (yeah)
I got blood on my hands
Can’t wash it off
Sellin’ the devil in a bag to ’em all
Too much money
Too much coke
Hear ’em cough
Watch ’em choke
I got blood on my hands
Can’t wash it off
Sellin’ the devil in a bag to ’em all (to ’em all)
[Verse 2]
Told his mama he slipped
Bad heart
But I watched him drop
Eyes wide
Knees bent
I lied to her face on her front porch
While her son lay cold from the shit I sent
Sirens sing like a church choir
Blue and red paint on the rearview glass
I pray they pass
I lie
I laugh
Then pour that poison in another glass
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register] Count it up
Twenty
Fifty
Hundred
Like a hymn
Every bill got a name on it
Every stack got a ghost within
[whispered vocals] They knock
I serve
They fall
I swerve
I swear I’ll quit
Next turn
But the fire in my nose still burns
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 29, 2025
Duration2:53
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dusty delta-blues guitar riff looped under hard, head-nod drums. Male vocals half-growled, half-rapped, with a dragged pocket and call-and-response ad-libs. Hook explodes with gang-style chants and low harmonies, 808s swelling on downbeats. Occasional slide guitar cries between lines; mix is raw, close, almost claustrophobic around the lead., blues
Credits
Prompt byQuantumVibraphone47
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Blues style. Hiphop style . About Too much money too much coke. About the lies and violence the smell of blood and blood on my hands selling the devil in a bag
