Dutch Money
A 90s West Coast hip-hop beat rides a deep, funky bassline, drenched in smooth Rhodes keys and tight boom bap drums at 88 BPM. The groove is laid-back yet punchy, with eerie strings or hazy synth pads subtly weaving smoky atmospheres over a raw, underground, head-nodding texture.
suzu·2:44
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Dutch Money
A 90s West Coast hip-hop beat rides a deep, funky bassline, drenched in smooth Rhodes keys and tight boom bap drums at 88 BPM. The groove is laid-back yet punchy, with eerie strings or hazy synth pads subtly weaving smoky atmospheres over a raw, underground, head-nodding texture.
Creator: suzuRelease Date: August 21, 2025
Lyrics
My High School Story lol
[Intro]
“Yo, you got 5?”
“Nah man, I just got dutch money tho…”
[Verse 1]
Back in high school, pockets always broke,
a dime was ten bucks, we was laughin’ like a joke.
Homie hit the corner, diggin’ change from his jeans,
“Yo, I got that dutch money, two-fifty if you need.”
Unspoken rule, everybody knew the code,
the one who bought the dutch had to twist the whole load.
Split the leaf open, drop the green, roll it tight,
first two pulls yours, then you pass it to the right.
[Hook]
Roll it, light it, pass it down the line (yeah)
Dutch money days, man, the feel was fine (so fine)
Didn’t have much but we got real high (real high)
Smoke in the air, watchin’ time fly by.
[Verse 2]
We ain’t had no cars, just a corner and a stoop,
all we had was lighters and a broke-down crew.
Police ridin’ past, everybody tryin’ to hide,
burnin’ up the session but the laughter never died.
Hoodie smell like loud, momma knew when I came in,
eyes red as hell, tryna hold back a grin.
Didn’t matter if the money was low,
long as somebody had a dutch, we was ready to roll.
[Hook]
Roll it, light it, pass it down the line (yeah)
Dutch money days, man, the feel was fine (so fine)
Didn’t have much but we got real high (real high)
Smoke in the air, watchin’ time fly by.
[Bridge]
Two-fifty on the counter, “yo, I’ll grab the wrap.”
Baggy full of dreams in a brown paper sack.
Didn’t care ‘bout the struggle, didn’t care ‘bout the pain,
one blunt in rotation made us all the same.
[Hook]
Roll it, light it, pass it down the line (down the line)
Dutch money days, man, the feel was fine (feel was fine)
Didn’t have much but we got real high (real high)
Smoke in the air, watchin’ time fly by.
[Outro]
“Yo pass that… nah man, one more hit…”
[Intro]
“Yo, you got 5?”
“Nah man, I just got dutch money tho…”
[Verse 1]
Back in high school, pockets always broke,
a dime was ten bucks, we was laughin’ like a joke.
Homie hit the corner, diggin’ change from his jeans,
“Yo, I got that dutch money, two-fifty if you need.”
Unspoken rule, everybody knew the code,
the one who bought the dutch had to twist the whole load.
Split the leaf open, drop the green, roll it tight,
first two pulls yours, then you pass it to the right.
[Hook]
Roll it, light it, pass it down the line (yeah)
Dutch money days, man, the feel was fine (so fine)
Didn’t have much but we got real high (real high)
Smoke in the air, watchin’ time fly by.
[Verse 2]
We ain’t had no cars, just a corner and a stoop,
all we had was lighters and a broke-down crew.
Police ridin’ past, everybody tryin’ to hide,
burnin’ up the session but the laughter never died.
Hoodie smell like loud, momma knew when I came in,
eyes red as hell, tryna hold back a grin.
Didn’t matter if the money was low,
long as somebody had a dutch, we was ready to roll.
[Hook]
Roll it, light it, pass it down the line (yeah)
Dutch money days, man, the feel was fine (so fine)
Didn’t have much but we got real high (real high)
Smoke in the air, watchin’ time fly by.
[Bridge]
Two-fifty on the counter, “yo, I’ll grab the wrap.”
Baggy full of dreams in a brown paper sack.
Didn’t care ‘bout the struggle, didn’t care ‘bout the pain,
one blunt in rotation made us all the same.
[Hook]
Roll it, light it, pass it down the line (down the line)
Dutch money days, man, the feel was fine (feel was fine)
Didn’t have much but we got real high (real high)
Smoke in the air, watchin’ time fly by.
[Outro]
“Yo pass that… nah man, one more hit…”