Money on my brain

Lyrics

[Intro - Smooth synth pads, low-key 808 bass, breathy male vocals with auto-tune]

Yeah, money on my mind... wallet lookin' empty...
Gotta stack these bands, chase that fake love...

[Verse 1 - Mid-tempo groove, finger-snapped percussion, sultry whispered verses building to melodic flow]

Bills stackin' high, pockets feelin' light,
Dreamin' 'bout the ice, diamonds in the night.
Hustle every day, grindin' for the win,
Need that paper chase, let the real ones in.
Fake smiles all around, but I see through the game,
Wallet gettin' thin, but I'm flippin' the frame.
From rags to the riches, yeah, I'm on that mission,
Stackin' up the green, fulfillin' my vision.

[Pre-Chorus - Rising synth swells, layered vocal harmonies, tension-building falsetto ad-libs]

Feelin' that hunger, can't settle for less,
Gotta get that bag, put it all to the test...
(Oh yeah, get rich quick...)

[Chorus - Full R&B pocket groove, punchy snare hits, soaring lead vocals with reverb and delay echoes]

Money on my brain, wallet gettin' thin,
Need to get rich so I can fuck a fake bitch!
Drippin' in designer, bad ones on my line,
Stack it to the ceiling, make that fake love mine.
Money on my brain (on my brain), wallet gettin' thin (gettin' thin),
Get rich, get rich, let the games begin!

[Verse 2 - Deeper 808 rumble, subtle hi-hat rolls, confident crooning with pitch-shifted effects]

Late nights schemin', plot the next big move,
From nothin' to somethin', yeah, I got the groove.
These gold-diggers callin', chasin' what I build,
But once the vault is full, they all get thrilled.
Flash the Rollie, watch 'em flock like birds,
Fake tits, fake lips, spreadin' all the words.
I'm the king now, throne built on the cash,
Fuck the illusions, make the real ones crash.

[Pre-Chorus - Intensifying arpeggiated keys, vocal stacks climbing higher, urgent ad-libs]

Pressure on the rise, no time for the fake,
Gonna flip this script, for heaven's sake...
(Get that money, yeah...)

[Chorus - Explosive R&B drop, sidechained kicks, anthemic group shouts and harmonies]

Money on my brain, wallet gettin' thin,
Need to get rich so I can fuck a fake bitch!
Drippin' in designer, bad ones on my line,
Stack it to the ceiling, make that fake love mine.
Money on my brain (on my brain), wallet gettin' thin (gettin' thin),
Get rich, get rich, let the games begin!

[Bridge - Stripped-back piano chords, vulnerable half-time vocals, echoing whispers fading in]

What if I stay broke? Nah, can't let it ride...
These fake ones waitin', but I switch the tide...
Rich life callin', I'm answerin' now...

[Outro - Fading synth waves, slowed 808s, distant ad-libs repeating chorus hook]

Money on my brain... (fade out)
Wallet gettin' thin... get rich... fake bitch...
(Yeah, stack it up... yeah...)