Cash Flow Anthems: Hottest Rap Songs About Money and Success

[Verse] Hype it up, never stop, on the top, we elevate, Got the crew, louder sounds, hitting cities, penetrate, Anisha, boss moves, swagger with that fresh touch, Catch us in the limelight, envy 'cause we got clutch. [Verse 2] Racing past the haters, luxury whips, ignition roar, Dream chasers, paper makers, every day, we crave more, Fashion on relentless, diamond shine, wrist glow, Setting trends, no pretends, reality show. [Chorus] Anisha, feel the beat drop, crowd jumps, ignite, DJ spins, heart thumps, wake up nightlife, Hands high, ride the wave, everyone synchronize, Living large, feeling great, see the world with eagle eyes. [Verse 3] Verses sharp, cut like blades, mic grip, iron jaw, Underdog rise up, broke through, broke the draw, Game tight, money right, crews tight, no mess, Chain links golden, call it success, oh bless. [Verse 4] Street dreams, shout the theme, action speaks louder now, Blueprint laid clear, chasing till the last bow, Empire built strong, legacy, pass the crown, From sunset to sunrise, we rule the town. [Chorus] Anisha, feel the beat drop, crowd jumps, ignite, DJ spins, heart thumps, wake up nightlife, Hands high, ride the wave, everyone synchronize, Living large, feeling great, see the world with eagle eyes.

[Verse] Cash flows poppin' more than holes in your hose, Flexin' with the squad, everybody knows, Champagne showers, got the bubbles ticklin' toes, Roll up at the club, new threads sharper than prose. [Verse 2] Wrist ice brighter than a comet in flight, Playboy swagger, in the suite every night, Ladies flockin', drawn to the glow of my light, NBA dreams, ballin' harder than Mike. [Chorus] Hey, f*cking hoes, living life with no woes, Diamonds and gold, bright in the afterglow, Cruisin' in a Lambo, got nowhere to go, Top down, bass loud, now put on a show. [Verse 3] Swag so strong, you could bottle and sell, Got 'em hypnotized, my presence is a spell, Crisp new fit, got me lookin' swell, Cruisin’ through the city, every turn a carousel. [Verse 4] Stacks on stacks, no need for no cap, Steady on the grind, money-making map, Heels clicking behind, can't resist the trap, Worldwide jet-setter, passport got the stamp. [Chorus] Hey, f*cking hoes, living life with no woes, Diamonds and gold, bright in the afterglow, Cruisin' in a Lambo, got nowhere to go, Top down, bass loud, now put on a show.

[Verse] Zack Sherman on the scene, no hair on the dome, Lawyer by title, but ain't got no home, Empty pockets, he's a financial ghost, Chasin' dreams of green, always doin' the most. [Chorus] Bald and broke, but he's still in the game, No cash-flow, but the hustle's the same, Paper chase, tryna make his name, Bald and broke, still chasin' the fame. [Verse 2] Courtroom swagger, suit a bit worn, Dollar store ties, shoes barely holdin' on, Clients thin as his hair, grindin' on the low, Empty wallet, heavy dreams, though. [Bridge] Zack's got fire, hit it with the truth, Hard times never stole that lawyer booth, Runnin' through the street, hustle in his eyes, Lookin' for the money where the struggle ties. [Chorus] Bald and broke, but he's still in the game, No cash-flow, but the hustle's the same, Paper chase, tryna make his name, Bald and broke, still chasin' the fame. [Verse 3] Deep in the books, legal fights gettin' raw, No dollars for the bar, but hands on the law, Zack in the trenches, fightin' for a meal, Head's shinin' bright, the struggle's real.

Uh, everything 'bout this shit come down to real life Yeah, if you gon' pop that Perc, you 'bout that pill life Yeah, I stack this money so high, had this shit lookin' real nice Yeah, tell me what it feel like I went and flood my red light, I went and flooded the coupe, yeah I'm on the phone with my red eye, I couldn't even tell you the truth Heard you want back like PEZ I stack it up all ways, huh Some money, big money, small money I got the bitch out the back off lead I can't even fuck with the same they're a motherfuckin' rat, they're a motherfuckin' fed Why they all tryna be inside my business? I'm just tryna get me that bread I don't give a fuck what they say, you a boy or a girl, you get left on read I don't give a shit what you sayin', you a goddamn rat (ayy) Yeah, I like the coupe with the blade and the Benz all black (ayy) Yeah, I got a blick with the teeth and it bite down back (ayy) (Yeah, that's right that coupe with the Benz all black, yeah-yeah) Uh, everything 'bout this shit come down to real life Yeah, if you gon' pop that Perc, you 'bout that pill life Yeah, I stack this money so high, had this shit lookin' real nice Yeah, tell me what it feel like I went and flood my red light, I went and flooded the coupe, yeah I'm on the phone with my red eye, I couldn't even tell you the truth Heard you want back like PEZ I stack it up all ways, huh Some money, big money, small money I got the bitch out the back off lead I can't even fuck with the same they're a motherfuckin' rat, they're a motherfuckin' fed Why they all tryna be inside my business? I'm just tryna get me that bread I don't give a fuck what they say, you a boy or a girl, you get left on read You a goddamn rat, ayy And the Benz all black, ayy Bite down back, ayy Yeah, that's right that coupe with the Benz all black, yeah Yuh Damon I be flexing in my Patek All my diamonds, they never fake I be counting up these racks Every day, I be makin' a stack I be driving in my Wraith With my girl, we be chilling We be having fun in Dubai Spending money, we don't gotta worry I'm living my best life, I'm like a butterfly. I be sipping on that lean Feeling like I'm in a dream I be smoking on that green Getting high, I'm in cloud nine I'm in the club, I'm in the spot Everybody wanna be where I'm at I be wearing designer clothes My drip is on a different level, you know I be making music, it's all about the flow. ..... ... Uh, everything 'bout this shit come down to real life Yeah, if you gon' pop that Perc, you 'bout that pill life Yeah, I stack this money so high, had this shit lookin' real nice Yeah, tell me

[Verse] You think you're gold treasure but you're just a dud No money no honeys just talking in the mud Running your mouth like you're the king of the town But everyone sees you man you're just a clown [Verse 2] Flashing fake jewels thinking you're so lit But inside we know you're just counterfeit No riches no stitches from battles you fought You talk all that trash but you're worth a lot of naught [Chorus] No gold in treasure just fool's gold glare Empty promises you got nothing to share Running that mouth full of lies and deceit Treasure you’re no one not even a cheat [Verse 3] You strut like a peacock feathers so bright But everyone laughs man you’re just all hype You play the big cards but you're holding nothin' Your lies wear thin treasure you bluffin' [Bridge] Mirror mirror on the wall Who's the fakest of them all Treasure says he’s got it all But really he's just gonna fall [Chorus] No gold in treasure just fool's gold glare Empty promises you got nothing to share Running that mouth full of lies and deceit Treasure you’re no one not even a cheat

When People Say jump Don't ask how high That just gives you a limit let me give you advice If you want to stay fresh Get yo body some Ice(Brr) Stay fresh like Jeffery D Morgan This place is dead and walking to you, it looks foreign Changing that up Soon It won't be boring Man Im cooking like Walter White(jesse) I like it blue If I drop a track I'm dropping new energy These bars fresh, and even precise I never just meet my goals I show up with new Ice I'm feeling lucky(green) I think I'll roll the dice(seven) You not use to my heat to me third degree just right I'll never be outdated I am always getting new Ice When people say "jump" Don’t ask how high Boundaries ain't in the menu, Sky's the limit, aim and fly If you wanna stay fresh Get yo body some ice (Brr) Stay fresh like diamonds Chillin’, cold like twice This place might be dead, But we the walkin’ antidote Shake up the scene, no dread Man, I'm breakin’ every quote Cookin’ classics like Walter White, I like it blue, true When I drop a track, I'm electrifying, brand new Bars sharp, no mistakin’ Goals surpassed, I’m elevatin’ Icy, always fresh, no fakin’ Rollin’ dice, lucky—money makin’ You ain’t ready for the heat, Third degree, I find it sweet Never outdated, always cool, With new ice, I'm never beat

[Verse] Chillin' with my click, we glow like neon Racin' through the city up on a marathon Stacks so high, call it a paper canyon Rockin' all the bling, heavy metal champion [Verse 2] Zaibi on the mic, spittin' truth and fiction Every line I drop, high voltage addiction Cars so fast, they bend time and space Every bar I throw, call it a slap to the face [Chorus] Hype it, hype it, feel the beat, we vibe it Earthquake footwork, bass so loud we ride it Energy electric, battery we charge Zaibi on the scene, makin' egos large [Verse 3] Cash flow thick, syrup in my cup Game so strong, never runnin' outta luck Hustle so tight, money trees we pluck Spin the vinyl loud, needle never stuck [Bridge] Fire in my lungs, words like a furnace Heatwaves in the air, got 'em nearly nervous Dominate the game, came to claim the surface Got 'em jumpin' wild, we the hype circus [Chorus] Hype it, hype it, feel the beat, we vibe it Earthquake footwork, bass so loud we ride it Energy electric, battery we charge Zaibi on the scene, makin' egos large

[Verse] Buzzin' bees in my head space, swarmin' Cheese stack tall, Luigi mansion, stack's always in fashion Cruise through the city, quick flash, no stormin' Ninja flip, disappear, Houdini action [Chorus] Bring the hype, no lie, bees fly high Can't deny, we vibe, touch the sky Energy rise, hit the peak, amplify Buzzin' all night, from dusk till dawn, alibi [Verse 2] Chillin' like a popsicle, cold flow ridiculous Mic in my hand, turn nothin' into infamous Fast lane livin', no brakes, wild & vicious Baller, shot caller, gettin' money so delicious [Bridge] Laughin' to the bank, ha-ha, throwin' cheddar cheese Crack jokes, make 'em giggle, life so freeze Bee hive mentality, grind, never seize Funny rap, rhythm slap, life on easy breeze [Verse 3] Catch me at the party, dancin' goofy Steve Urkel Wordplay on fire, circles 'round 'em like a whirlpool Pop culture references, game tight, neural This vibe on max, goin' global, universal [Chorus] Bring the hype, no lie, bees fly high Can't deny, we vibe, touch the sky Energy rise, hit the peak, amplify Buzzin' all night, from dusk till dawn, alibi

Mano en Cassa, die boys runnen Brasschaat, elke dag op de block, sippe drank, blowen jonko’s laat. Cassa met de stash, Mano doet de dash, opps die trippen, maar wij maken ze flash. Blacka in de hand, bullets vliegen snel, rippen je vest, opps vallen neer als een spel. Jonna houdt de lookout, hij staat strak bij de hoek, Mo Checheen op die scooter, hij beweegt met de koek. Mano zegt: “Pak die gannoe, maak die straat heet,” iedereen hier weet, wij zetten de trend straight. Lekkere wijven om ons heen, ze willen die smaak, we blowen sosa’s, spacen hard zonder enige haak. Drugs in de zak, we dippen naar de deal, Cassa houdt de back up, niemand die hier feel. Mano en Cassa, we rippen die streets, opps gaan neer, niemand die ons ziet. Jonko’s blowen, space door de nacht, blacka’s poppen, Brasschaat in de macht. Opps blijven rennen, maar we dashen als snel, money op die stack, geen tijd voor je spel. Mano en Cassa, we rippen die streets, opps gaan neer, niemand die ons ziet. Cassa rolt met Timma, die komt aan met de stash, in de whip met Jonna, we zetten het op een crash. Opps maken moves, maar wij zijn altijd daar, Mano trekt die blacka, bullets vliegen door de lucht klaar. Mo Checheen maakt de dash, met die snelste waggie, opps vallen neer, niemand die hier lachtie. Drugs money op tafel, wij rennen die game, iedereen in de buurt kent ons bij naam en faam. Lekkere wijven op m’n lap, ze willen die trip, ik blaas die jonko, spacen hard, alles op skip. Drank vloeit rijk, wij vliegen door de nacht, opps vallen snel, Cassa is altijd para met kracht. Mano heeft die blacka, geen tijd voor gepraat, rippen je blok, jij eindigt hier zonder raad. Mano en Cassa, we rippen die streets, opps gaan neer, niemand die ons ziet. Jonko’s blowen, space door de nacht, blacka’s poppen, Brasschaat in de macht. Opps blijven rennen, maar we dashen als snel, money op die stack, geen tijd voor je spel. Mano en Cassa, we rippen die streets, opps gaan neer, niemand die ons ziet. En Jonna en Mo Checheen, we vliegen als een team, opps maken moves, maar ze vallen in de stream. Mano en Cassa, we pakken die stacks, opps vallen neer, we geven ze wax. Lekkere wijven, drank en die jonko’s rijk, wij runnen Brasschaat, jij blijft in de wijk.

[Verse 1] Stacks, racks, yeah, I'm countin' yen jong Cash so high, it's singin' a swan song Drippin' in gold, watch the empire grow Savvy with the dough, pockets never slow [Chorus] Yen jong, yen jong, we guap go long Move to the beat, whole team strong Make it rain currency, money diplomacy Livin' like kings, we the lyrical dynasty [Verse 2] Smoked out rooms, deals under the table Chasin' dreams, not your average fable Crypt on lock, digital cash vault Past the haters, smooth as asphalt [Chorus] Yen jong, yen jong, we guap go long Move to the beat, whole team strong Make it rain currency, money diplomacy Livin' like kings, we the lyrical dynasty [Bridge] Rollin' dice, fortune on the rise Scored big, now the stakes high Pass the crown, we on the thrones Every beat, a kingdom, every verse, a home [Verse 3] Climbin' up charts, never lookin' back Every track a jewel, no slack Makin' hits like dominoes, they fall Higher in the game, hear the victory call