Velvet Ropes & Vices
Lyrics
Intro
Neon breath
Sticky floor
Black card
Back door
(breathe)
Champagne rain
Velvet rope
Chrome pole
White smoke
(ah)
[Verse 1 – Drunk Rich Gangster 1, deep slurred male rap]
Stumbled in, wrist heavy like a Bentley key
Vodka in my veins, I can’t even spell “subtlety”
Table lookin’ like I robbed the bank at seventeen
Stacks on the menu, I tip like a slot machine
Bottle girl laughin’, she know that I’m lit
Whole crew twisted, we talkin’ our shit
Spillin’ that liquor on thousand‑dollar drip
If I drop my wallet, that’s a down payment slip
Two phones buzzin’, I just mute that noise
I’m here for curves, not calls from the boys
Screen in the back showin’ skin like a cheat code
Private room ready, that’s a new sin episode
Chorus – Crowd chant, mixed male/female
Racks on the floor, let it rain, let it rain
Vodka in my blood, I can’t feel my shame
Bodies on the pole, I forget my name
We don’t pray in this place, we just play with our pain
Cash on the floor, let it rain, let it rain
Throw another stack just to drown out the blame
Eyes on the screen, yeah, we feedin’ that flame
We don’t heal in this club, we just love our decay
[Verse 2 – Drunk Rich Gangster 2, sharper male rap]
Walk in straight, leave crooked like a crime scene
Red cup, white lines, blue bills in my tight jeans
Driver in the lot on retainer like a lawyer
We don’t do lines, we draw borders like destroyers
“Another round,” that’s the only plan I trust
Visa meltin’ while we marinate in lust
Suit tailor‑fit but my morals ain’t measured
Everything for sale, even things we called “treasured”
Watch her drop slow, like the market in a crash
I invest in bad decisions, only currency is cash
Club manager smilin’, sees the sin on repeat
We the reason that the night never admits defeat
Pre-Chorus – Female whisper vox, breathy
Sip that poison
Swallow noise
Flash of skin
Broken toys
You ain’t here
For truth or art
You just rent
A borrowed heart
Chorus – Crowd chant, mixed male/female
Racks on the floor, let it rain, let it rain
Vodka in my blood, I can’t feel my shame
Bodies on the pole, I forget my name
We don’t pray in this place, we just play with our pain
Cash on the floor, let it rain, let it rain
Throw another stack just to drown out the blame
Eyes on the screen, yeah, we feedin’ that flame
We don’t heal in this club, we just love our decay
[Verse 3 – Stripper 1, slick confident female rap]
Walk in naked, but I’m dressed in control
You see skin, I see numbers on a goal
You see porn, I see angles and a brand
You see “easy”, I see power in demand
I don’t fake moans, I fake mercy
Every look expensive like a rare jersey
You toss cash, think you bought a piece of me
I collect, then I leave with my dignity
Vodka on your breath, lies on your tongue
You swear you a king with your ego hung
I grind on the pole, you grind on regret
At the end of the night, I ain’t the one in debt
[Verse 4 – Stripper 2, bratty playful female rap]
Yeah, I’m that clip you keep reloading in your head
That paused frame stuck when you lying in your bed
You tip like you sweet, but you talkin’ obscene
I turn that filth to a luxury routine
Got glitter on my chest,