Take My Booty Not My Wallet

🎵 Take My Booty not my wallet 🎵

In a world where appearances often mask reality, "Take My Booty not my wallet" dives deep into the dual lives led by those in the spotlight. With a blend of grimy boom-bap drums, jazzy piano stabs, and soulful vocal chops, this track unveils the truth behind the tough guy facade, exploring the secret lives and insecurities hidden beneath the glamour and wealth.

[Verse 1 - Grimy boom-bap drums & upright bassline]
They flash that cash on the 'Gram all day
But behind closed doors, it's a different play
Tough guy image with tattoos blazing
But it's all a front for what they're not saying
Diamond chains can't fill the void inside
Secret parties where the truth can't hide
"Don't take my wallet," that's what they say
But that ain't what they mean when lights fade away

[Chorus - Jazzy piano stabs & heavy bass drop]
Take my booty, not my wallet
That's the truth they try to swallow it
Ink on skin to look like soldiers
But the secret's in the after-hours
Take my booty, not my wallet
Fake tough guys, they can't acknowledge it
Public image built on lies
Private parties tell no lies

[Verse 2 - Dusty horn sample & snare cracks]
Mansion parties with the phones locked up
What happens there stays there, that's what's up
Talking 'bout guns and girls in their rhymes
But reality hits when it's alone time
Tattoos cover up the insecurity
Flashy chains to blind you from the purity
Of what's really happening when fans ain't looking
Industry secrets everybody cooking

[Bridge - Soul vocal chop sample & kick thump]
The game is fake
The image breaks
When nobody's watching
Truth awakening
The mask falls off
When cameras stop rolling

[Verse 3 - Gritty drum break & bass wobble]
Diddy's parties got the industry shook
Everybody talking, nobody look
These rappers fronting with their tough guy pose
But behind the curtain, that's not how it goes
Compensating with the guns and the ice
Living double lives, paying the price
Afraid of showing who they really are
So they hide behind a fabricated star

[Verse 4 - Chopped breakbeat & muted trumpet sample]
You think Eazy got HIV from banging too many chicks
Truth be told, he was in love with men's buttcheeks
The rumors spread, but the truth stays hid
Behind the scenes, it's a different lid
They talk about the hoes and the bling
But the real story's a different thing
In the shadows, where the light don't reach
The truth comes out, but it's hard to teach

[Outro - Fading beat with vinyl hiss]
Take my booty... not my wallet
The truth they'll never... acknowledge
Yeah, yeah
The mask comes off when nobody's watching
Yeah, yeah