High-energy East Coast street rap with a bouncy, hard-hitting boom-bap groove, 94 BPM. Triumphant chopped soul sample, pitched vocal chops, sharp piano stabs, punchy kick, loud cracking snare, rolling percussion and a thick bassline that jumps between the drums. Confident female rapper with an assertive, hungry, conversational flow, quick rhythmic pockets, clever money bars, dramatic pauses and aggressive ad-libs. Verses should build momentum with changing cadences and tightly packed rhymes. Hook should be short, repetitive, explosive and chantable, with layered vocals and beat drops that make it hit in a car or club. Gritty New York street energy mixed with feminine luxury and boss swagger. Energetic and victorious—not sad, sleepy, slow, overly cinematic or melodic. Mostly rapping, minimal singing, no Auto-Tune, no pop chorus, no EDM.
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High-energy East Coast street rap with a bouncy, hard-hitting boom-bap groove, 94 BPM. Triumphant chopped soul sample, pitched vocal chops, sharp piano stabs, punchy kick, loud cracking snare, rolling percussion and a thick bassline that jumps between the drums. Confident female rapper with an assertive, hungry, conversational flow, quick rhythmic pockets, clever money bars, dramatic pauses and aggressive ad-libs. Verses should build momentum with changing cadences and tightly packed rhymes. Hook should be short, repetitive, explosive and chantable, with layered vocals and beat drops that make it hit in a car or club. Gritty New York street energy mixed with feminine luxury and boss swagger. Energetic and victorious—not sad, sleepy, slow, overly cinematic or melodic. Mostly rapping, minimal singing, no Auto-Tune, no pop chorus, no EDM.
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Prompt:
Lyrics Prompt: [INTRO — beat] (laugh) CASHA… (pause) Ayo—hold on. Before you tell me what you want… Tell me what you sent. Nothing? Then what the fuck are we discussing? (Beat SWITCH) CASHA. [VERSE 1] Mink lashes. (Bitch, yes.) Maybach glasses. (Say less.) Every step I take, They watch and imitate. If it ain't 'bout money— (nah) Conversation done. (bye) U can keep the small talk, I'got goals I'm chasin', hun. I don't text first— (nah) I collect first. (facts) If you ain't addin' value, Subtract yourself first. I got expensive taste, (HEY!) GO sit your ass on the shelf. (YAH!) No broke boys! (SCRUB!) Get your bread right! (TOUGH!) Got bigger plans On my mind tonight. (FACTS) [PRE-CHORUS] Your bank app look tired, (Like) It need a switch, Meanwhile this bitch can get what she wish. Sweet little smile, whole life delish, You were worried 'bout me? Should've worried 'bout this. They look like, "Damn how'd she get that lit?" Skinny lil' bitch, but the bankroll thick. Every time they blink, Same bitch, new bag. All this money, I ain't e'en see the price tag... New J's, fresh out the box. Whole fit froze when I stepped off the block. I ain't gotta pretend. Ya I'm settin' trends. While I'm makin' bands. Fuck revenge, make deposits Money talk, change the topic Count it up, fill my pockets They keep watchin'—let 'em watch it. Watch another hater turn into a fan now. Bills paid. Getting paid. Still makin' money while they throwin' shade. Ya'll stay pressed like panini's Its okay u wanna be me. (Yah) I'm in my BCBG You know how these hoes be... whack I'd rather sit back and stack Put the hustle on STAT. I'd be mad too if my bank account wasn't fat. Oooh… what's meant for me finds me. Ooouhh… put the bullshit behind me. I learned— Not every loss is a loss. Not every price is the cost. Not every person deserves A seat when you're becoming the boss. Some doors close for a reason. Some people change with the seasons. I stopped asking, “Why me?” Started asking, “What's this teachin'?” No revenge. No response. No explaining what it cost. Pressure make diamonds believe me. Watch them crack at the seams. They ain't built to compete. These brown eyes get all brown bills soon as I wake ya I'm getting paid. I don't text first, I collect first. Talkin' like you up? Better check your net worth. Pretty face, big plans, I make both work. If it ain't makin' money, Then it don't make sense first. Pressure make diamonds, believe me, They get pressed when they see me. Y'all stay pressed like paninis, It's okay, you wanna be me. (Yeah.) I'm in my BCBG, Lookin' like money come easy. They wanna know what I'm makin', Baby, mind what you're makin'. (Uh.) I don't pocket-watch, But the pockets look hurt. All that talk about CASHAA... Could've picked up, some work. [BEAT SWITCH] Wait— Talk is cheap. Now it makes sense. That's probably why You talk like this. (Ha!) New day, new play, New way to get paid. Made more before noon Than you made all day. Brown eyes, brown bills, Both gettin' attention. Soon as I wake ya I'm gettin paid. I stay doin' me, And that's facts. (Yup.) I'd rather sit pretty, Sit back and stack. Put the hustle on STAT, Bankroll gettin' fat. I don't gotta say I'm winning— Baby, numbers do that. [FEMININE FLEX] Gloss on, game face, Pretty with a payday. Sweet voice, boss moves, I can make it eight ways. Soft skin, hard boundaries, Expensive little habits. If I see it and I want it, I'ma work until I have it. Don't need saving, Save your breath. I'm too busy signing checks. They keep countin' what I spend— I keep countin' what's left. [SUBTLE DISS] I don't beef with nobody, That don't come with a fee. You can say what you want, Just keep watchin' me. Funny how the loudest one Got the least to show. Whole lotta commentary, Not a lotta dough. You know everything 'bout me? Damn, that's dedication. Could've put that same energy Into your occupation. No revenge on my agenda, That's a broke-ass investment. I'd rather turn another dollar Into seven. [BEAT CUT]