• Home
  • Explore
Create
  • Sounds
  • Tools
  • Summer of Sound
    Summer of SoundFeatured
  • Top Charts
    Top ChartsFeatured
  • Trending Now
    Trending NowFeatured
  • New This Week
    New This WeekFeatured
  • Made with Music v2
    Made with Music v2Featured
  • Eleven Album Vol. 1
    Eleven Album Vol. 1Featured
  • Eleven Album Vol. 2
    Eleven Album Vol. 2Featured
No track playing
Start playback to see track details here.
  • $27

    $27

    BJAYS|1

    Yeah... snooze

    button won three rounds

    today. Check the balance...

    yup, financially spiritual. Let's get it.

    Woke up past eleven,

    made a gourmet slice of toast Check my notifications,

    see my ex-accountant's ghost Threw a linen shirt on crooked just to

    strut down to the coast Ain't got silver spoons or villas,

    but my posture does the most.

    Got twenty-seven dollars in a vintage leather coat Drafted seven business ventures

    in a crumpled yellow note Bought an iced americano with the oat

    milk on the float Walkin' past the valet parkin’ like I own

    the ferry boat. Everybody stressin' 'bout the ladder and the climb

    I'm just over here negotiatin' with my time If peace of mind

    is luxury, I'm guilty of the crime— Now watch me make a

    dollar out of ninety-nine.

    AH-OOH, walkin' like a pocket-change billionaire!

    AH-OOH, breeze is blowin' right through my unbrushed hair!

    AH-OOH, zero stress collected in the lawn chair!

    Bills in the mailbox?

    Leave 'em sitting right there.

    Flip-flops flappin' on the pavement,

    I'm a star Already calculated how to skip the caviar Sign a

    fake autograph, tell 'em I'm a movie czar

    Energy expensive, never empty in the jar.

    Lookin' at the menu,

    pick the side with extra fries Tell the sommelier that I'm allergic

    to the ties Sunburn on my collar,

    diamond sparkle in my eyes If you want the recipe,

    it’s ninety percent vibe.

    Everybody sprintin' just to finish in a tie I’m reclined in economy,

    lookin' at the sky If happiness is currency,

    I’m buyin' out the guy—

    Hold up, where's my discount code?

    AH-OOH, walkin' like a pocket-change billionaire!

    AH-OOH, breeze is blowin' right through my unbrushed hair!

    AH-OOH, zero stress collected in the lawn chair!

    Room service ordered, but nobody is there.

    Pocket change... heavy pockets though.

    Just vibes, no balance sheet.

    Keep the change.

    Top Songs from ElevenLabs

    Remixes