Money
rap, UK drill beat with snarling 808 bass and skittering hi-hats, male vocals locked in a menacing pocket. Verses tight and percussive, ad-libs tucked wide. Chorus drops into a darker half-time feel with heavier low end and stacked chant vocals. Occasional filtered hook repeats to build tension before each verse., male vocals, drill
Money
rap, UK drill beat with snarling 808 bass and skittering hi-hats, male vocals locked in a menacing pocket. Verses tight and percussive, ad-libs tucked wide. Chorus drops into a darker half-time feel with heavier low end and stacked chant vocals. Occasional filtered hook repeats to build tension before each verse., male vocals, drill
Lyrics
Verse 1
Used to count change in a jar
Dust on the shelf in the dark
Now I count hours on my phone
Tryna flip time into gold
Chorus
Money on my mind
Yeah
It’s always in my face
Chasing down that high
Runnin’ just to stay in place
If it ain’t the price
Then it’s something else I pay
Money on my mind
Can’t let it take my name away (oh)
Verse 2
Momma said “save what you earn”
Boss said “work
You’ll get your turn”
Both hands stuck in the same dirt
Tryna make a blessing from the hurt
Chorus
Money on my mind
Yeah
It’s always in my face
Chasing down that high
Runnin’ just to stay in place
If it ain’t the price
Then it’s something else I pay
Money on my mind
But it won’t tell me who I am today