Velvet Ropes & Broken Halos

Lyrics

Intro
low male voice, slurred
Bottle after bottle
Section lookin’ like a problem
Laughter, glasses clink
Yeah
We in the wrong church for all these angels

Verse 1 – Male Vocals: Rich Gangster 1
Gold teeth grinnin’, tab on fire
Walk in, whole room tilt sideways
Ten bands folded in my palm like flyers
I don’t even ask names, I just pay highways

That one on the pole? yeah, she dangerous
Diamonds on her waist, lookin’ faithless
I’m leanin’ off the vodka, talkin’ shameless
Tell her, “Bounce it on me ‘til the chain slips” (uh)

VIP rope, that’s a halo, crimson
Judge me later, now I’m deep in sin, son
If heaven got a cover, I ain’t gettin’ in, but
I could buy the bar, buy the club, buy the building

[Chorus – Mixed Vocals: Male Leads + Female Stripper Chants]
Racks on the floor, halos on the floor
Bodies in the dark, they don’t pray no more (nah)
Vodka in my veins, lipstick on my soul
We throwin’ every sin like confetti on the floor (throw it, throw it)

Shake for the gang, make it rain, make it pour
She ridin’ on my lap like she tryna start a war (skrrt)
We don’t go home, we just pay for more
Velvet ropes, broken halos by the door

Verse 2 – Female Vocals: Stripper 1
He got that slow walk, wallet talk, I notice
Eyes on my chest when I walk, he hopeless
I drop from the top, see his jaw stay open
Say he got a wife, but his hands ain’t holy (mm)

I grind on his belt, feel the buckle twitch
He mumblin’ my name, I just call him “rich”
Said he want the truth? here’s a lil’ glitch
He pay for the fantasy, I run this shit (hey!)

Cash on my thigh, vodka on my breath
I ride his ego like I’m flirtin’ with death
He think he the hunter, that’s cute at best
I count his sins while I count his checks

Pre-Chorus – Female Vocals: Stripper 1
You say you love how my body move
But you don’t know half what this body been through
You think you own me when I sit on you
But I turn every touch into rent, it’s cool

[Chorus – Mixed Vocals: Male Leads + Female Stripper Chants]
Racks on the floor, halos on the floor
Bodies in the dark, they don’t pray no more (never)
Vodka in my veins, lipstick on my soul
We throwin’ every sin like confetti on the floor (throw that)

Shake for the gang, make it rain, make it pour
She ridin’ on my lap like she tryna start a war (yeah)
We don’t go home, we just pay for more
Velvet ropes, broken halos by the door

[Verse 3 – Male Vocals: Rich Gangster 2, deeper voice]
Big dog walkin’ in a small-ass room
Three hoes on me like I’m bad luck, doom
Shorty in my ear, say she like my fumes
That ain’t cologne, that’s sin and fumes

I’m drunk talkin’, pockets talk louder
Every time she bend, I feel power
She ask what I do, I say “I move powder”
She laugh, think I’m jokin’, I just drink louder (ha)

Ass in my hand, world in my wallet
If she sittin’ on my lap, I deposit
She ride slow, heart rate rocketed
If she had a stock, I’d overstock it

[Verse 4 – Female Vocals: Stripper 2, playful tone]
He throw blue faces, I got blue nails
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