Velvet Cash Cathedral

Lyrics

Intro
Red room haze
Gold teeth grin
Card on the tab
Trouble walks in

Chorus
This that velvet cash cathedral (yeah)
Throw that paper like it evil (throw it up)
Bodies raining down so lethal (so lethal)
Heart cold, wrist froze, still sinful
Bottle to the mouth, no equal (sip, sip)
Tattooed hips, she illegal (uh)
I’m drunk on the floor, not people
I’m drunk on the floor, on the floor, on the floor (on the floor)

Verse 1
Male 1 – low, lazy
Walk in, floor like quicksand
Wrist on rich, whole clique like hitmen
Hostess kiss my ring for an entry
Face on the screen, I’m the ten-piece centerpiece
Cash at the bar, just a bookmark
I don’t even read what the bill mark
Grey suit, dark eyes, bright vices
Menu in her hand, but she my real prices

Male 2 – sharp, manic
Chrome chain swing when the bass flip
VIP rope look soft when I pace it
Couch full of wolves, all carnivores
Card on file like a carnivore
Line of that snow on a black card
Slam in my nose, now I laugh hard
Bartender pouring that clear sin
Said “you’ve had enough,” I said “start again”

Pre-Chorus
Male 1
Lights blink slow like a dying halo
Neon lick skin like mango
Everybody pretty, everybody painful
Priest in a booth making bank off angels

Chorus
This that velvet cash cathedral
Throw that paper like it evil (throw it, throw it)
Bodies raining down so lethal
Heart cold, wrist froze, still sinful (still)
Bottle to the mouth, no equal (never)
Tattooed hips, she illegal
I’m drunk on the floor, not people
I’m drunk on the floor, on the floor, on the floor (skrrt)

Verse 2
Female 1 – sultry, slow
He got black card, but his soul declined
Says he own the block, I just own his mind
He say, “spin slow,” I say “tip fast”
Folded green tongue kissin’ my ass
Perfume heavy like a guilty secret
Lips on the rim of his drink, then I leave it
He call me poison, I call him habit
Every time he try to quit, I grab it

Female 2 – gritty, playful
Champagne showers on a fake fur jacket
I’m the headline, that’s a full night bracket
He toss bands, eyes gloss like marble
I make art in the dark, that’s charcoal
Backroom, red couch, stale smoke
He talk big guns, big cars, big quotes
I talk rent paid, new heels, plane seat
He talk war stories; I talk receipts

Female 1
Pole like a spine in a broken church
Men laid out like they came to worship
Sweat on the floor like holy water
They baptize lust, then blame the daughter

Pre-Chorus
Female 2
Who you saving if you save your face?
You lose your name when you taste this place
Cameras blind to the real sin
All that shine can’t hide your skin

Chorus
This that velvet cash cathedral (hey)
Throw that paper like it evil
Bodies raining down so lethal
Heart cold, wrist froze, still sinful (still)
Bottle to the mouth, no equal
Tattooed hips, she illegal (uh)
I’m drunk on the floor, not people
I’m drunk on the floor, on the floor, on the floor (down, down)

Verse 3
Male 3 – nasal, cocky
Two phones buzz in my back pocket
Both side chicks in a group chat talking
Trap house profit in the glove box
Same dirty money in the club box
Boothed up, boots up on the table
Spray that gold till the label disabled
Spill that spirit on a white mink
Smear that lipstick