Velvet Vodka Vault

Lyrics

Intro
Strobe slow
Smoke thick
Red rope
Black brick
Vodka on the table
Ice in the glass
Long line of bodies
Short fuse, big stacks (yeah)

Verse 1
Penthouse perfume on the hoodie
Gold grill flash when I'm moody
Black car crawl to the back door
Owner dappin’ me, “come in, that’s yours”
Leather booth, I sink, I sag
Phone buzz, bag hit, big bag
Marble floor, my feet on it
Whole damn bar got my name on it

I’m drunk rich, baby, I’m a problem
Whole menu free when I walk in (walk in)
Two more bottles of that Russian rain
White vodka washin’ out the stain
Black card bleed, I don’t check shit
Cash river on the floor, that’s wet drip
Wrist so loud, it talk, it bark
Whole club tilt when I step in the dark (ayy)

Chorus
Cash on the floor, let it snow, let it snow
Vodka in my veins, movin’ slow, movin’ slow
She bend, she twist, take it low, take it low
I’m a drunk rich thug, let it go, let it go
Throw it up, let it fall on her back (on her back)
She clap, I clap right back
Cash on the floor, let it snow, let it snow
Vodka in my veins, let it flow, let it flow

Verse 2
Black shades on, I can’t see the time
But I see thighs in a perfect line
VIP rope like a halo
We the devils in the grey smoke, say so
Bentley keys dig in my denim
Whole crew sittin’ like a fuckin’ emblem
Tattoos peek from the tailored fit
Bible verse cut by the AR kit

I sip that crystal clear sin, I’m gone
Tongue numb, but the swagger stay on
Tell ’em line up shots in a circle
Spin that table like a dark commercial
Porn star body on the flat screen glow
Backroom deal in the video
Life look fake but the money too real
Big stack hit, stripper pole squeal

Chorus
Cash on the floor, let it snow, let it snow
Vodka in my veins, movin’ slow, movin’ slow
She bend, she twist, take it low, take it low
I’m a drunk rich thug, let it go, let it go
Throw it up, let it fall on her back (skrrt)
She clap, I clap right back
Cash on the floor, let it snow, let it snow
Vodka in my veins, let it flow, let it flow

Verse 3
(Deeper male tone)
We the street stock, turned Wall Street wolves
Still got steel in a luxury booth
Chain like frost on a midnight tomb
Mink drag dirt through the velvet room
From the corner block to the private lot
Same cold code, keep the circle hot
Bottle after bottle, I forget what’s real
Only feel steel and the way cash feel

(Mid male tone)
I’m laughin’ with a mouth full of sin
Half these clowns wanna be my twin
Camera on, girl arch that frame
Tattoo roll like a credit name
Porn site faces on the backroom wall
Every pose like a trophy call
I’m drunk textin’ numbers I forgot to save
Whole contact list one big bad wave

(Higher male tone)
I’m faded, jaded, X’d out, upgraded
Whole squad look like crime scene gated
Tables on tilt, we the reason for the rise
If the roof come down, that’s a rich man’s sky
Strip club lights on loop, cinematic
Shot glass hit like a cold metallic
We thugs in tux with a cursed ambition
Saints with a Glock and an evil vision

Pre-Chorus
Shots lined up like soldiers
We march ’em down, no closure
Lights blur out at the edges
But the center of the frame, all sinners, no