[INTRO – Filtered, low-passed, atmospheric 808 hum] (Adlibs: “Yeah… double time… haan… Future mode… ssshh…”) Sippin’ Henny, full auto, Spend todayyy and spend tomorrow (skrrt). [VERSE 1 – Mid tone, chest-heavy, layered vocals] Ice, ice, ice, ice (yea) Yeah, n*gga, roll the dice (dice dice dice) Life a gamble, I pay the price (whoo) Drip too cold, need antifreeze, I wipe that ice (brrr). Pull up in somethin’ foreign, the seat recline itself, VVS glitzerin’, the chain designin’ wealth (bling). I made it out the mud, now my fragrance smell exotic, H*es eye me, all the demons know I got it (yeah). Imma Sigma n*gga, runnin’ big figures (woah), Ballin’ on these n*ggas and I never been a quitter (fact). Whip got wings, butterfly doors like I flutter, She love the lifestyle, said I move like I’m gutter (uh). [HOOK – Low tone, Auto-Tune heavy, reverb echo. Adlibs: “Yea… run it up… put it down…”] Money on the wood makes the game go good (yea), Money on the wood makes the game go good (yea), Money on the wood makes the game go good (yea), House on my wrist, and I put that on my hood (uh). Money on the wood makes the game go good (yea), Money on the wood makes the game go good (yea), Money on the wood makes the game go good (yea), House on my wrist, and I put that on my hood (uh). [VERSE 2 – Aggressive cadence, bounce flow, 150 BPM tempo] Engine loud, can’t creep, V8 bark like beast (growl). I been grindin’ no sleep, big racks don’t fold, they crease. She want the Birkin, Chanel receipt, I want peace, but the paper talk sweet (shh). Codeine dreams in a crystal cup, Told my mama we made it, now we level up (yeah). From the South to the skies, no ceilings above, Life fast, but my wrist froze solid as love (freezin’). My heart turned stone and I don’t text back, (nah) Pain in my soul and I can’t reset that. (Yea) Chromeheart, where I keep my secrets at, Pray my sins don’t post where the net’s at. [BRIDGE – Reverb wash, melodic switch, Future-style AutoTune melody line] Got demons in my closet but the closet full of Prada, They don’t know the cost but they love the saga (yeah). Patek on the wrist, yeah that time don’t barter, Money on the floor, that wood get hotter. [HOOK – Encore Version, layered vocals, heavy 808 sub drop] Money on the wood makes the game go good (yea), Money on the wood makes the game go good (yea), Money on the wood makes the game go good (yea), House on my wrist, and I put that on my hood (uh). Money on the wood makes the game go good (yea), Money on the wood makes the game go good (yea), Money on the wood makes the game go good (yea), House on my wrist, and I put that on my hood (uh). [OUTRO – Echo & ambience, sparse hi-hats fading] (Adlibs: “Count up… fade… life on loop…”) Spend todayyy and spend tomorrow. Sippin’ Henny, full auto. AIR; AIR; AIR; AIR
