Midnight Money Machine
Lyrics
Intro
dark bass rumble, distant crowd
Lights cut
Red glow
VIP rope swingin slow
Smoke in the throat
Cold steel under the coat
[Verse 1 – Male Rappers (drunk, varied tones)]
Stumble through the door, wrist on flood
Chain so thick, make the bouncer budge
One eye glassy, one eye on the judge
Pocket full of sins, whole fit screams “mud”
Laugh too loud, I’m lit, I’m gone
Teeth all gold like a villain’s throne
Heard you rich?
Yeah, kid, we grown
Turn a stack to a stack of phones
First boy slur words, talkin like (hnn)
Second boy sharp, every bar just spin
Third boy deep voice, slow with the gin
Three heads, one tab, whole bar looks thin
Table on fire, got sparks from the ice
Ash on the floor, don’t ask ’bout the price
Cigar in the lip, lil burn on the nice
Every bad choice, I’ma make it twice
Chorus
Rich gang drunk in a midnight money machine
Whole room tilt when we step on the scene
Gold teeth flash under ultraviolet beam
We don’t chase love, we just chase that green
Throw cash high, let it fall in streams
Bodies on bodies in a heatwave dream
Strip club kingdom, neon guillotine
Rich gang drunk in a midnight money machine (hey)
[Verse 2 – Male Rappers (hard trap energy)]
Supercar keys like a jangle of steel
Outside lined up like a high-budget reel
Doors go up like they throwin appeals
Inside, lap dances inked in the deals
Seat back, pistol pressin my ribs
Friend too faded, he’s laughin in skips
Bartender scared, hands shakin on drips
We tip like we tryna buy whole ships
Hood boys dressed like a crime scene win
Guns tucked neat with a nightclub grin
Shirts unbuttoned, see the scars and sin
We toast to the ones that ain’t walkin in
Hands smell rich: smoke, leather, bills
Talk too loud about “business” and pills
Boss man quiet but his eyes stay kills
Smile too calm for the damage he wills
Pre-Chorus – Male & Female ad-libs
(More shots)
(more ones)
(too lit)
(can’t run)
Whole roof
feels spun
Heart rate
war drum
Chorus
Rich gang drunk in a midnight money machine
Whole room tilt when we step on the scene
Gold teeth flash under ultraviolet beam
We don’t chase love, we just chase that green
Throw cash high, let it fall in streams
Bodies on bodies in a heatwave dream
Strip club kingdom, neon guillotine
Rich gang drunk in a midnight money machine
[Verse 3 – Female Rappers (strippers, confident, varied tones)]
First girl soft voice, sweet like lace
Eyes say “stay,” hips say “race”
Reads your wallet by lookin at your face
Knows which fool gonna buy her a place
Second girl loud, laugh cut like glass
Tattoo script runnin down her back
Talks in hooks, all bite, no slack
Says “boy, you broke,” while she steals your stack
Third girl low tone, calm like smoke
Moves real slow, whole crowd choke
She don’t blink when the gang boys joke
Can’t be bought, but she’ll take that cloak
Heels hit floor like a metronome
She owns this hell, this her home
Rich men crawl, leave pride in foam
She clock in, clock out, ice cold chrome
[Verse 4 – Female Rappers (strippers, POV & power)]
You think we props?
We run this hive
Every drunk king just barely alive
You tossin that cash just to feel that drive
We stack, invest, that’s how we survive
Lip gloss sharp, eyes on the door
We count exits, you count your pours
You brag ’bout war stories from the poor
We build escape routes from this floor
One girl whispers, voice like gin
“Tip like that, you can maybe come in”
But her mind outside with the wind and kin
You a quick scene