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)
Style
rapaggressive new york drill beat144-150 bpmheavy 808 glide and skittering hi-hatsdark detuned synths. male vocalsgritty and upfrontad-libs tucked wide. hook is chant-like with stacked gang vocals; verses stay tight and punchyriding the pocket. occasional drops where the beat cuts for a bar to spotlight key linesthen slams back in with snarling bass.
Prompt
Got caught up in Australia for attempted murder came back to New York now me and my brother got dirty money on our minds guns drugs paper parting at the club different women hard rap 
Credits
Prompt by
chrismichael331
chrismichael331GeneratedFeb 10, 2026
ModelAria v5
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