Cash Flow Anthems: Hottest Rap Songs About Money and Success

[Intro] Yo, this goes out to all the executioners in the game, Politicians, journalists, y’all playin’ the same. Breaking the law, twisting the truth, Selling your soul, while the innocent lose. [Verse 1] Executioner in a suit, blood on his hands, Follows orders blind, don’t even understand. Cops, prosecutors, no difference at all, Covering up war crimes, while the people fall. The media writes lies, covers it all up, While truth’s buried deep, they don’t give a f***. Breaking the rules, ignoring their oath, For power and money, they abandon our growth. [Chorus] The filthy executioner does the wrong each day, Blindly follows orders, while justice fades away. Breaking human rights, the Constitution’s aflame, They fuel the hatred, only chasing their gain. [Verse 2] You trample on rights, while people bleed, Your conscience is dead, ignoring the need. You follow orders, don’t think it through, But one day, that guilt’s coming after you. [Chorus] The filthy executioner does the wrong each day, Blindly follows orders, while justice fades away. Breaking human rights, the Constitution’s aflame, They fuel the hatred, only chasing their gain. [Verse 3] Executioners in offices, in the media, the state, Committing war crimes, defending the hate. Pushing the weak, calling it law, But the real crime? You’re filled with flaw. You crush human rights like it’s just paper, But voices of justice will erase you later. You twist the truth, but it won’t break, ’Cause the day will come cause your power’s fake. [Chorus] The filthy executioner does the wrong each day, Blindly follows orders, while justice fades away. Breaking human rights, the Constitution’s aflame, They fuel the hatred, only chasing their gain.

These niggas act tough, but they fold when it's pressure (BOOM!), Ain't no love out here, it's the Royal Rumble, I’m the aggressor (FAH-FAH!). You ain't no shooter, man, stop with the flex (GRRR!), We nukin' the scene, you’d think we flew in from the West (BRRR!). Swingin' Glocks, no talkin', we ain't tryna scuffle (BAH-BAH!), Vice at my door, if I slip, it’s a hustle (SKRRRT!). My ex keep callin', but nah, I’m done with that (UH-HUH), She missin’ the life, but I ain't lookin’ back (NEVER!). She put up the tree, lights flickered, it’s fake (SHH!), But the voices in my head, they keep me awake (OOOUUU!). Pops in the cell, stressin' me every day (FACTS!), Wish he was free, out here makin’ a play (UH-HUH!). Forever Vice K, ain't no peace in my lane (GRRR!), Ain't got much to say, just focus on gain (BRRR!). These bitches be lyin', they movin' so shady (NO CAP!), The trap full of dust, but no cleanin' lady (NAH!). She say I slayed, but lately I’m stuck (FACTS!), Runnin’ through life, feel like I’m caught in the muck (SKRRRT!). Missin’ them days when we all got paid (OOOH!), Might crash out, snap, catch me a case (BAH-BAH!). Onions on deck, we surfin' the web (YUH!), Smuggling packs, no red flags, no feds (PLUG!). Plug got hit, pockets empty as hell (UH-HUH!), Demons surround me, they keep ringin' the bell (CAN’T SLEEP!). Potter with the wand, spells on the strip (ZAP!), Inlet Acres feel like we runnin’ a trip (WOO!). Paranoid vibes, but I gotta stay cautious (SHH!), Thought it was real, but it’s feelin’ so nauseous (UH-HUH!). The real bring pain, lost moms to the game (FACTS!), Lost pops to the snakes, now it’s never the same (BRRR!). Fake love all around, same blood, same dirt (GRRR!), Round here, it don’t drizzle — nah, it floods with hurt (SKRRRT!). Idle hands catch a buzz just to feel alive (WOO!), Bad tags on the whip, so I ride low, drive (12!). Flashing lights hit, man, this can’t be life (DAMN!), Kanye said it, but I’m dodgin’ them knives (FACTS!). Blend in the night, grip tight on my pole (GRRR!), If I make it to heaven, all white on my soul (SHINE!). Reckless got caught, now they testin' his heart (BOOM!), Claimed he was savage, but the streets pulled his card (OOOH!). Runnin' from 12, man, I’m feelin' the rush (SKRRRT!), Laughin', these pigs ain’t catchin' up to us (HA-HA!). More money, more pain, fightin’ with the goblins (UH-HUH!), Plugs gettin' hit, so I move with more caution (BOOM!). We was hustlin' hard, gettin' that bread (PLUG!), Bang at the door, now I’m duckin' the Feds (12!). Locked in the cell, knowin' who tipped (DAMN!), One of my clients, must’ve slipped on the drip (FACTS!). Stay to myself, like the ski on my shelf (SHH!), Secure the bag, but protectin' my health (GRRR!). Livin’ this life, gotta duck all the belts (SKRR!), They hear me talk, but they don’t feel what I felt (REAL!). Used to be close, but we moved separate ways (FAH!), Now it’s fuck it, no time for delays (NOPE!). VICE K (WIT A BIG K)

Niggas act tough, but they duckin' trouble (BAH!), Everyone for themselves, it's a Royal Rumble (FAH-FAH!). Boy, you ain’t no shooter, your name’s John, not Russell (BOOM-BOOM!), Nuking shit, you'd think we came outta Russia (SKRRRT!). Swinging them Glocks, and we swinging them knuckles (BAH-BAH!), Vice want the pack, if I slide, I'm runnin’ doubles (VROOOM!). My last bitch? Nah, I’m done with that (NAH!), She missin’ me, oouuu, but I ain't runnin’ back (NEVER!). She helped put up the Christmas tree (BOW!), But voices in my head keep messin’ with me (OOOUUU!). Pops in a cell, and it's stressing me (UH-HUH), Wish he was out here standin' next to me (FACTS!). Forever Vice and Narc K, no games to play (BRRR!), Don’t wanna talk, ain't got much to say (SHH!). Bitches lie, steal — trap dirty, no maid (NO CAP), When I ask how I did, she smiled and said I slayed (ON GANG!). Lately I’m lost, feelin’ stuck in a maze (SKRRRT!), Missin’ them times, yeah, missin’ them days (BAH-BAH!). I might spazz out, crash, catch me a case (BOOM-BOOM!), Onions on onions, Dark Web got the plays (YUH!). Smuggling it in, no red flags, we smooth (SKRR!), Made it past customs, the plug got the news (PLUG!). Pockets on E, now I’m mad as fuck (GRRR!), Demons all around, got me up, no luck (UH-HUH!). Potter with the wand, casting spells on the block (ZAP!), Inlet Acres, feel like the Wizard of Oz, no stop (WOO!). Movin' cautious, but it still feels off (UH-HUH), Paranoid thoughts, never turnin' it off (SHH!). Real came with pain, moms gone from the game (FACTS!), Lost pops to the snakes, it ain't feelin' the same (BAOW!). Family divided, fake love, same blood (UH-HUH), Round here, it don’t rain — it floods (SKRRRT!). Idle hands catch a buzz, try to block out the pain (WOO!), Bad tags on the whip, now the cops in my lane (12!). Flashing lights hit, damn, it don't feel right (SHH!), Kanye talked about it, but this ain't my life (NOPE!). Blend with the night, weapon tucked tight (GRRR!), If I make it to heaven, all white, shining bright (SHINE!). He learned his lesson, reckless got him messed up (BOOM!), Claimed he was gangsta, but got finessed up (OOOH!). Runnin’ from cops, adrenaline pumps (VROOOM!), Laughin’, they can't catch us, no chumps (HA-HA!). More money, more problems, demons in my way (FACTS!), Fighting with goblins, cautious with every play (BOOM!). We was hustlin’, yeah, gettin’ paid (UH-HUH!), Bang at the door, ‘cause they raided the place (12!). Sittin’ in a cell, and it’s all so clear (DAMN!), I know the tip came from one of my peers (FACTS!). Stay to myself, no elf on a shelf (SHH!), Securing the bag comes with securing your health (GRRR!). Livin’ this life, gotta dodge every belt (UH-HUH), They hear what I say, but don’t feel what I felt (REAL!). Used to be close, but we went separate ways (SKRR!), Had to say fuck it, I ain’t tryna stay (NOPE!). Money ain’t safe in the safe no more (UH-HUH), 12 on my ass, throw it all in the lake, for sure (SKRRRT!)

[Verse] Kidnapped beats, soundwaves held hostage, Cash in my pocket, best believe it's not chump change, Rhymes hit gritty, dirty like a back alley grime, Turn the mic into a gold mine, pay me in nickels and dimes. [Chorus] Ransom pay up, beats drippin' like a faucet, Uno, dos, tres, freeze in your pocket, No freebies here, I'm laughin' at imposters, Spittin’ these flames, hotter than the roster. [Verse 2] Got 'em panicked, streets know the sound, Yo, they hear my name, heartbeats pound, Lyrics raw, tracks bounce like a trampoline, Too high to reach, cash flow like a money machine. [Chorus] Ransom pay up, beats drippin' like a faucet, Uno, dos, tres, freeze in your pocket, No freebies here, I'm laughin' at imposters, Spittin’ these flames, hotter than the roster. [Bridge] Banks tremble when I step in the room, Treasures in these rhymes, open the tomb, Vaults cracked, gold bars in my syllables, Wordplay tight, grip stronger than tentacles. [Verse 3] Million-dollar verses, call it verbal extortion, Stack up the fails, buy a hypoallergenic portion, My lines invincible, meaner than a vicious villain, This ransom demand, got 'em wishin’ for a pardon.

[Verse] Kickin' it back, reclined in leather seats, Life's a game of chess, ain't playin' for keeps, Cigar smoke swirl, got the jazz on repeat, Mind on my money, steady grindin' these streets. [Verse 2] Sippin' cognac, reflections in the glass, Old school vibes, puttin' haters on blast, Success tastes sweet, savorin' each task, No mask, real talk, I ain't gotta ask. [Chorus] Gonna rise high, reachin' for the skyline, Dreams unfold, story told in prime time, Smooth moves, like a dance in the moonshine, Gonna shine bright, in this life of mine. [Verse 3] Whispers in the wind, tales of my ascent, Past struggles fade, my future's cement, Penning my fate in a lyrical descent, Echoes of legends, my journey's testament. [Bridge] Night lights shimmer, city hums a tune, Chillin' on rooftops, under crescent moon, Plotting moves, like a strategist in a cocoon, Breakin' free, soon, a butterfly soon. [Chorus] Gonna rise high, reachin' for the skyline, Dreams unfold, story told in prime time, Smooth moves, like a dance in the moonshine, Gonna shine bright, in this life of mine.

(Intro) Yo, McDonald’s, what’s the deal? Used to be a dollar, now I gotta pay a meal, for real? Yeah, it’s time to talk facts, let’s go! (Verse 1) Yo, McDonald’s, you outta control, I came for a burger, but you took my whole bankroll. Used to hit the Dollar Menu, life was sweet, Now a combo’s like twenty bucks just to eat! What happened to the days of the cheap Big Mac? Now I’m droppin' cash just to get a snack! Fries used to be golden, now they golden-priced, You want me to pay extra for some ketchup? That’s ice! I remember when your meals hit right on the spot, Now my wallet’s feelin’ lighter than the grease in the pot. Ronald clownin’ around like he don’t see the hit, These prices got me thinking, “Do I even want this?” (Chorus) McDonald’s, man, you out your mind, I ain’t payin' all this cash just to stand in line. Your food ain’t gourmet, so what’s the deal? These high prices got me trippin', I can’t keep it real. McDonald’s, you’re breakin' my heart, I can’t even afford a McChicken to start. You used to be the spot where we all could eat, Now it’s high-end prices on these dollar store treats! (Verse 2) Yeah, I pulled up for a McFlurry, no lie, But the machine’s always broke, don’t even try. And that Quarter Pounder? Thought I’d take a chance, But the price tag hit like a sucker punch in advance! Don’t get me started on that fancy new app, You makin' me download just to check the trap. Gotta clip coupons just to get a small fry, Like, bro, I’m out here savin' like I’m tryin' to buy a ride! And those Happy Meals, they don’t make me smile, With those sky-high prices, it’s been a while. Used to be a treat for a couple of bucks, Now I’m spending rent money, man, what the... what? (Chorus) McDonald’s, man, you out your mind, I ain’t payin' all this cash just to stand in line. Your food ain’t gourmet, so what’s the deal? These high prices got me trippin', I can’t keep it real. McDonald’s, you’re breakin' my heart, I can’t even afford a McChicken to start. You used to be the spot where we all could eat, Now it’s high-end prices on these dollar store treats! (Bridge) Y’all think we ballin’ in this economy? Please, I can’t even buy a burger with some extra cheese. McCafe actin’ like it’s Starbucks elite, But it’s still just coffee I can make down the street. (Outro) So McDonald’s, get it together, for real, Lower them prices and maybe we’ll chill. Until then, I’m takin' my money elsewhere, Cuz fast food shouldn’t be a millionaire's affair! (Chorus) McDonald’s, man, you out your mind, I ain’t payin' all this cash just to stand in line. Your food ain’t gourmet, so what’s the deal? These high prices got me trippin', I can’t keep it real. McDonald’s, you’re breakin' my heart, I can’t even afford a McChicken to start. You used to be the spot where we all could eat, Now it’s high-end prices on these dollar store treats! (Outro - Spoken) Yo, McDonald’s, fix them prices, man. You were supposed to be the people's place. What happened?

[Verse] Yo we livin' that amber life, ain't no strife, Rollin' hard with my fam, yeah that's my hype. Ten kids deep, we a squad, that's no lie, Power moves makin', watch us touch the sky. [Chorus] Amber life we keep it lit, flames never die, Pushin' boundaries daily, we forever high. Fam’s the engine, drivin' on the edge, Dreams and reality, into them we pledge. [Verse 2] Every day's a movie, cinematic on the scene, Turbocharged hustle, we the money-making team. No sleep, no cap, six gears full throttle, Rippin' through the day, model after model. [Bridge] Life's a wild ride, livin' in the fast lane, Golden moments captured, never dealin' with the pain. Unity's the mantra, solid like a diamond, Always movin' forward, y'all just trail behind 'em. [Verse 3] Elevating higher, hittin' stars with precision, That amber life mission, don't need no permission. Battlin' all odds, opposition gets crushed, When your crew this tight, you can never be hushed. [Chorus] Amber life we keep it lit, flames never die, Pushin' boundaries daily, we forever high. Fam’s the engine, drivin' on the edge, Dreams and reality, into them we pledge.

Toothpick Target Yo, listen up, it’s the king of the block, Steppin' to me, man, you better watch your clock, Got no job, just chillin' with divorced ‘rents, Your life’s a joke, a weak little pretense. Wanna flex on me? You a toothpick thug, A rat lookin’ ass, you ain't got no love, No bitches ‘round ya, just the ghost of your pride, While I’m stackin’ cheddar, you hide and just cry. Your money’s fake, just a trust fund brat, I’m grindin’ daily, you just sittin’ on your ass, Thought you was hard, but you softer than clay, Airsoft soldier, but you never gettin' play. Drug sniffin’? Man, you ain't nothin' but a joke, While I’m makin’ moves, you just puffin’ on that smoke, Hitler lovin’? That shit ain’t surprising, Your mind’s so twisted, underestimating the rising. Step to me, you’ll get twisted like a pretzel, You’re a sidelined scrub while I’m blastin’ through metal, No bitches want ya, ’cause you look like a rat, While I’m out here spitting fire—where your heat at? I’m the GOAT, yeah, you just a little smear, Watch me run these streets; your whole crew shed a tear, You think you bad? Nah, you a wannabe, A toothpick with dreams, while I’m makin’ history. So take your soft ass back to your momma’s crib, This diss hits hard like a 9mm rib, I’m the real deal, and you just a cheap knock-off, Step back and watch while I take you all off. Toothpick target, man, you’re easy to shred, In this lyrical battlefield, I’m leavin’ you dead, Gonna bury you deep with your career like a snail, While I rise to the top, I’m the one who won’t fail.

Toothpick Target Yo, listen up, it’s the king of the block, Steppin' to me, man, you better watch your clock, Got no job, just chillin' with divorced ‘rents, Your life’s a joke, a weak little pretense. Wanna flex on me? You a toothpick thug, A rat lookin’ ass, you ain't got no love, No bitches ‘round ya, just the ghost of your pride, While I’m stackin’ cheddar, you hide and just cry. Your money’s fake, just a trust fund brat, I’m grindin’ daily, you just sittin’ on your ass, Thought you was hard, but you softer than clay, Airsoft soldier, but you never gettin' play. Drug sniffin’? Man, you ain't nothin' but a joke, While I’m makin’ moves, you just puffin’ on that smoke, Hitler lovin’? That shit ain’t surprising, Your mind’s so twisted, underestimating the rising. Step to me, you’ll get twisted like a pretzel, You’re a sidelined scrub while I’m blastin’ through metal, No bitches want ya, ’cause you look like a rat, While I’m out here spitting fire—where your heat at? I’m the GOAT, yeah, you just a little smear, Watch me run these streets; your whole crew shed a tear, You think you bad? Nah, you a wannabe, A toothpick with dreams, while I’m makin’ history. So take your soft ass back to your momma’s crib, This diss hits hard like a 9mm rib, I’m the real deal, and you just a cheap knock-off, Step back and watch while I take you all off. Toothpick target, man, you’re easy to shred, In this lyrical battlefield, I’m leavin’ you dead, Gonna bury you deep with your career like a snail, While I rise to the top, I’m the one who won’t fail.

[Verse] Stacks on stacks, pockets swellin’ like a monster’s meal, Quarters, nickels, dimes, hunnids, can't deny the dollar’s feel, Paper-chasin’ marathon, never need a break, Vaults lookin’ obese, like somethin’ outta Wells Fargo's take. [Verse] Started from the basement, counting single cents, Now Benjamin and Frank be throwin’ presidents, High stakes, risk it all, chips red as sin, Cash flow like a riverbank, ain't no low tide settin' in. [Chorus] Thumbs sore from countin’ bills, Midas touch, Gold drippin', walk in slow, money clutch, Every step a cash sound, clip-clop payday, Got the bread rise high, yeast in my hallway. [Verse] Payday parade, green confetti in the air, Credit score higher than a hip-hop snare, Dollar signs in my eyes, never blinkin’ twice, Ice on my wrist, frosty, ain't payin' the price. [Verse] Got the vault door sealed, heat in the shade, Brinks trucks line up, jewels finely displayed, Rolling in the green, leafy like a salad bowl, In the money marathon, always takin’ the pole. [Chorus] Thumbs sore from countin’ bills, Midas touch, Gold drippin', walk in slow, money clutch, Every step a cash sound, clip-clop payday, Got the bread rise high, yeast in my hallway.