15 cents ( 🫡🫪🐐😂 )

Lmao 😂 You want that gritty, explicit street-rap energy — drugs, addiction, getting evicted, hustling ice cream, selling shoes on the low, and making 15 cents off every dollar. I'm going for a dark trap beat with some funny broke-boy hustle bars. 🎤 “Fifteen Cents a Dollar” Dirty Trap / Street Hustle Anthem Beat: 808s, dark piano, heavy bass, slow Memphis-style bounce INTRO Ayy, ayy, ayy! Damn, rent due, fridge empty, Got a freezer full of dreams and a pocket full of pennies. LMAO, what the fuck is this? Fifteen cents a dollar, man, I'm barely getting rich! HOOK Fifteen cents a dollar, bitch, I'm barely getting paid, Selling ice cream in the winter, tryna make a fuckin' wage. Got evicted from the crib, all my shit out in the rain, Addicted to the hustle, addicted to the pain. Selling shoes on the low, got 'em stuffed up in the trunk, Fiends knocking at the door, whole damn neighborhood fucked. Got a dollar in my hand, only fifteen cents mine, I'm a broke-ass entrepreneur, bitch, I'm ahead of my time! VERSE 1 Landlord at the door like, "You ain't paid this shit!" I'm like, "Hold up, motherfucker, let me finish this lick!" Got a freezer full of popsicles, a sock full of cash, And a pair of brand-new Jordans that I bought with my last. I'm selling ice cream out the cooler, got the block on freeze, Little kids got the money, grown men begging me, please. Got the blue ones, red ones, all the flavors in the mix, But the rent still due and I'm broke as a bitch. Addiction got me twisted, got me fucked in the head, Chasing one more high while I'm ducking the feds. Mama said, "Boy, you better get your shit together!" I'm selling shoes in a storm, tryna make it through the weather. HOOK Fifteen cents a dollar, bitch, I'm barely getting paid, Selling ice cream in the winter, tryna make a fuckin' wage. Got evicted from the crib, all my shit out in the rain, Addicted to the hustle, addicted to the pain. Selling shoes on the low, got 'em stuffed up in the trunk, Fiends knocking at the door, whole damn neighborhood fucked. Got a dollar in my hand, only fifteen cents mine, I'm a broke-ass entrepreneur, bitch, I'm ahead of my time! VERSE 2 Got a bootleg pair of Forces, got a fake-ass tag, Sold 'em to my cousin, now he talking 'bout he mad. Got a five-dollar cone, put a scoop on the top, If the freezer start melting, then the whole damn shop drop. Eviction on the window, got the neighbors watching, Got a crack in the ceiling and the damn sink clogging. I'm counting up my change like a crackhead accountant, Fifteen cents profit? What the fuck is the amount then? I ain't rich, motherfucker, I'm a walking recession, Every dollar that I make got a fifteen-cent blessing. Got a shopping cart crib and a cardboard mattress, Life beat my ass, but I'm still talking madness! OUTRO Fifteen cents! That's all I get! Sold ten pairs of shoes, still ain't paid my debt! Ice cream melting, rent ain't paid, Broke-ass hustler, still getting played! Ayy, somebody buy a damn popsicle! I'm tryna get my credit back! LMAO! 🥶💸