Neon Blood & Velvet Cash

Lyrics

Intro
Strobe hit
Room spin
Gold grin
I’m in

Vodka pourin on the table like rain
Black card, red eyes, wired-up brain
Lap full of glitter and a waist like sin
She lean in close like “where you been?”

Chorus
Rich gang, drunk as hell in the back room
Vodka, sex, cash, porn on the big zoom
Strip pole, spin slow, body like a bad wound
Open up the floor, turn the club to a damn tomb

Rich gang, pockets fat, that’s a monsoon
Throw it in the air, let it fall like a cartoon
Bare skin, bare teeth, taste of perfume
Rave in the dark, we the gods in the back room

Verse 1 – Male Gangster 1
Walk in loud, I don’t talk in quiet
Bill stack thick, turn the bouncer to my sidekick
Ten shots deep, still stand like a riot
Gun in the coat, black steel on a night shift

Porn on the screen in the VIP den
Two girls kissin just to see who I pick
One pour vodka on her tongue, let it drip
Crawl to my lap, lick ice off my wrist

City in my pocket, every block on demand
Give a nod, he disappear, you don’t see him again
I’m a rich-type psycho with a halo bent
If I tell her “bend over,” then that’s how night ends

Tat on my neck say “cash or coffin”
She laugh at the blood on my brand new Jordans
She don’t ask why, she only ask “how often?”
Answer is “daily,” then I smack that bottom (hey!)

Chorus
Rich gang, drunk as hell in the back room
Vodka, sex, cash, porn on the big zoom
Strip pole, spin slow, body like a bad wound
Open up the floor, turn the club to a damn tomb

Rich gang, pockets fat, that’s a monsoon
Throw it in the air, let it fall like a cartoon
Bare skin, bare teeth, taste of perfume
Rave in the dark, we the gods in the back room

Verse 2 – Female Stripper 1
He think he the boss ‘cause his chain got weight
I make more in an hour than he made last May
He wave that stack, I make that stack pray
Ass in his face, make his ego obey

High heel dagger on the glass main stage
I dance like a war, like I’m burnin this place
Porn-star body with a hustler brain
I tax every thought that run through his veins

“Touch me” cost more than your watch, lil boy
You just a drunk toy, I’m the real convoy
Vodka on my tongue, I’ma toast to the ploy
Make him pay double just to hear my voice

He ask for my name, I say “cash, that’s it”
If you can’t spell it, you can’t grab this
I ride that pole like a getaway whip
Drop to the split, now his heartbeat glitch (uh)

Pre-Chorus – Female Stripper 1
I see blood on his hands and I still take bands
I ain’t here to fix, I’m here to expand
You came for the porn on the screen, understand
You gon’ leave with your bank in a body bag, man

Chorus
Rich gang, drunk as hell in the back room
Vodka, sex, cash, porn on the big zoom
Strip pole, spin slow, body like a bad wound
Open up the floor, turn the club to a damn tomb

Rich gang, pockets fat, that’s a monsoon
Throw it in the air, let it fall like a cartoon
Bare skin, bare teeth, taste of perfume
Rave in the dark, we the gods in the back room

Verse 3 – Male Gangster 2
Voice low, but my rep too loud
Got the owner on text, shut the club down now
We turn main floor to a private crowd
Whole crew masked up, still drippin in clouds

Porn in the penthouse, porn in