Midnight Gold & Gun Smoke

Lyrics

Intro
Blue wristband
Red eyes, too
VIP stamp
Whole crew came through

Black glass doors
Moon stuck high
Smoke in my teeth
Money in my eyes (yeah)

Verse 1
Step out the coupe, doors up like a shrine
Chrome so clean, see the sin in the shine
Shorty blowin’ kisses at the tags on the line
Plate say “WINNER,” all caps, never lie

Chain so heavy, leave bruises on my neck (uh)
Walk like I’m dragging a check
Pocket full of gray pills, green bills, black cards
Whole life feel like a flex test, crash hard

Neon on her waistline, tucked like a blade
Tattoo on her thigh say “get paid”
We ain’t here for the small talk, baby, quit playin’
If you ain’t chasin’ that bag, what you sayin’? (what?)

Slide to the bar, liquor lookin’ like water
Shots line up for me and my partners
Pour that vodka like a problem on the rocks
Tip the bartender with a rubber band knot (take it)

Pre-Chorus
Too drunk to drive but I’m rich enough to glide
Got a driver and a hitter sittin’ right outside
Gold on my teeth when I grin at the sky
I don’t pray much, but the money say hi (hey)

Chorus
We got cash on the floor, gold on the neck (on the neck)
Whole club smell like sex and regret (yeah)
Supercars parked out front like a threat (skrt)
Gang full of bosses, bet after bet

We got bottles in the air, guns in the truck (brrt)
If you ain’t from here, better test your luck
Bad little dancer with her hand on my nut
Whole night filthy, whole crew up (woo)

Verse 2
Stripper in the back room, glitter on the couch
She don’t say much, just run that route
Ass like a planet, orbit in my lap
Hands on her waist, card on the tap (swipe)

Make it rain slow, then a storm in this bitch
Floor turn flood when we dump that rich
She whisper in my ear, “you a dangerous man”
Told her, “I’m just bored, tryna spend these bands” (facts)

Homies in the corner, playin’ dice with the bouncers
Tattoo tears, big rings, big counters
Talkin’ ’bout the time we turned beef into dust
Now we toast to the ones they can’t touch (cheers)

Cameras on the ceiling don’t catch what we do
’Cause the owner owe favors to the crew
DJ see the signal, switch up the sound
Beat get darker when we move around (switch it)

Pre-Chorus
Too drunk to think but I’m sharp with the aim (pow)
One wrong move, put a stain on your name
Champagne showers, wipe guilt from the chain
Heart ice cold, but the wrist spit flames (yeah)

Chorus
We got cash on the floor, gold on the neck (gold)
Whole club smell like sex and regret
Supercars parked out front like a threat (skrt)
Gang full of bosses, bet after bet

We got bottles in the air, guns in the truck (guns)
If you ain’t from here, better test your luck
Bad little dancer with her hand on my nut
Whole night filthy, whole crew up (whole crew)

Bridge
Lights strobe, I’m lost in the grin (lost)
Lipstick smeared on my skin
Vodka in my veins, ash on my lungs
Hearing every lie in the songs we sung (yeah)

Count that cash ’til the thumbprints fade
Every lil’ sin got a price we paid
But not tonight, that’s tomorrow me’s pain
Tonight I’m God in this broke man’s game (amen)

Verse 3
Back seat of the Benz, two girls, one me
Window half-down, let the sin blow free
One rollin’ up, one rollin’ hips on the seat
I’m laughin’ too loud, talkin’ money like it’s cheap (ha)

Phone goin’ off with the plug on read