

Prompt / Lyrics
[Chorus] Dirty money on my mind, I don’t sleep Came back from the fire, got it deep Whole life on the line for this piece Dirty money on my mind, on repeat (on repeat) Dirty money on my mind, I don’t blink If it ain’t about the cash, we don’t link Whole city in my cup when I drink Dirty money on my mind, let it sink (yeah, let it sink) [Verse 1] Got caught in that war overseas, thought it’s curtains Lawyers on the phone, every call, closed curtains Touch back Queens, now my name sound certain Beat that case, came home, heart turned turbulent Me and bro talk codes in the corridor Two man mob, same blood, same horror film Talk trust? That’s a word we can’t borrow still Only thing promised is a plot and a dollar bill Stay low, big coat in the summertime Everybody say they real till it’s come-to-time If they talk on the fam, that’s a hunt-to-time Couple sins on my soul I can’t underline (nah) [Chorus] Dirty money on my mind, I don’t sleep Came back from the fire, got it deep Whole life on the line for this piece Dirty money on my mind, on repeat (on repeat) Dirty money on my mind, I don’t blink If it ain’t about the cash, we don’t link Whole city in my cup when I drink Dirty money on my mind, let it sink (let it sink) [Verse 2] Guns in the wall, little stash by the fuse box Club on a Tuesday, line out, few blocks Section so packed, can’t move, just shoe box Bands on the floor, still feelin’ like I lose lots Shorty in my ear talk love, that’s a dead road I been married to the risk and the lead load Hands smell like powder and petrol Pray mom never see what her son sold Dark tint truck, slide through, don’t stare New face every night, I don’t care If I die ’fore I change, that’s fair I been livin’ like the reaper in the chair (right there) [Chorus] Dirty money on my mind, I don’t sleep Came back from the fire, got it deep Whole life on the line for this piece Dirty money on my mind, on repeat (on repeat) Dirty money on my mind, I don’t blink If it ain’t about the cash, we don’t link Whole city in my cup when I drink Dirty money on my mind, let it sink (yeah, let it sink)
Tags
rap, Aggressive New York drill beat, 144-150 BPM, heavy 808 glide and skittering hi-hats, dark detuned synths. Male vocals, gritty and upfront, ad-libs tucked wide. Hook is chant-like with stacked gang vocals; verses stay tight and punchy, riding the pocket. Occasional drops where the beat cuts for a bar to spotlight key lines, then slams back in with snarling bass.
2:31
No
2/10/2026