旋律
歌曲有多麼清晰易記且符合明確音樂模式的旋律。通常，旋律分明的作品會擁有清晰易記的器樂或人聲主線。
原聲音質
此指標衡量一首歌曲在多大程度上依賴原聲樂器 (例如鋼琴、吉他、小提琴、鼓、薩克斯風)，而非電子或數位合成音效
Valence
歌曲透過和聲與節奏所傳達的音樂積極性或情感基調。數值高通常對應快樂、興奮或愉悅感，數值低則與悲傷、憤怒或憂鬱相關。
節奏感
綜合了節拍穩定性、節奏型態與重拍強度等多重因素，以判定一首歌曲適合跳舞的程度。一首「節奏感強」的歌曲，通常具備穩定的速度、重複的音樂結構與明顯的強拍。
輕快
曲目的律動感可能受節奏快慢、音量起伏與聲譜密度所影響。較輕快的歌曲通常節奏強勁，編曲豐滿；反之，不太輕快的歌曲則可能編曲簡約、節奏較慢。
BPM80
歌詞
[Intro]
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
(Smoove made it)
[Chorus]
'Bout mine, what a bitch gon' say?
No birthday, but she bring me that cake
Hella shows, ****, sold-out dates
Wanna see mama flex in a brand new Wraith
I see lil' shawty be packin' it, tryna get back in it
Big brown bag be the Birkin
I try to lay off the hoes, they touchin' they toes
To tempt a ****, it ain't workin'
Go 'round the globe, your main ho wanna meet
Drop a light bag on a Patek Phillipe
Get real rich, build a house on the beach
I can't pop no Xanny, gon' put me to sleep
Burberry headband and Gucci the collar
They can't even fuck with me, why even bother?
Knew I was a star back when I was a toddler
Dream that I want it then I'm finna cop it
[Verse 1]
One thing bout me, yeah
A **** just tryna get rich
I be feelin' like a shooting star
They see me, they all gonna wish (Yeah)
Low-key, low-key
Ya bitch, she ain't really ya bitch
She done let the whole gang hit
I'll be adding that bitch to the list
[PreChorus]
Hunnids on hunnids when it come to money
I never be having a sad day
Runnin', I'm runnin', the paper keep coming
I had to go get it the fast way
Woke up to a lil' bag today
Know my ex-bitch mad at me
Hoppin' jets, I'm in L.A
Won't trade this shit for anything
[Chorus]
'Bout mine, what a bitch gon' say?
No birthday, but she bring me that cake
Hella shows, ****, sold-out dates
Wanna see mama flex in a brand new Wraith
I see lil' shawty be packin' it, tryna get back in it
Big brown bag be the Birkin
I try to lay off the hoes, they touchin' they toes
To tempt a ****, it ain't workin'
Go 'round the globe, your main ho wanna meet
Drop a light bag on a Patek Phillipe
Get real rich, build a house on the beach
I can't pop no Xanny, gon' put me to sleep
Burberry headband and Gucci the collar
They can't even fuck with me, why even bother?
Knew I was a star back when I was a toddler
Dream that I want it then I'm finna cop it
[Verse 2]
Want me to put her in Rick Owens
I hit the bitch then she get goin'
Ice on my neck, now this bitch snowin'
Just getting started, gon' keep growin'
I gotta get it, keep running it up
All the hoes scream my name when I hop off the bus
Wink at ya ho and she startin' to blush
Looked at your bitch as she knew what it was
[PreChorus]
Hunnids on hunnids when it come to money
I never be having a sad day
Runnin', I'm runnin', the paper keep coming
I had to go get it the fast way
Woke up to a lil' bag today
Know my ex-bitch mad at me
Hoppin' jets, I'm in L.A
Won't trade this shit for anything
[Chorus]
'Bout mine, what a bitch gon' say?
No birthday, but she bring me that cake
Hella shows, ****, sold-out dates
Wanna see mama flex in a brand new Wraith
I see lil' shawty be packin' it, tryna get back in it
Big brown bag be the Birkin
I try to lay off the hoes, they touchin' they toes
To tempt a ****, it ain't workin'
Go 'round the globe, your main ho wanna meet
Drop a light bag on a Patek Phillipe
Get real rich, build a house on the beach
I can't pop no Xanny, gon' put me to sleep
Burberry headband and Gucci the collar
They can't even fuck with me, why even bother?
Knew I was a star back when I was a toddler
Dream that I want it then I'm finna cop it
Written by: Justin Brown, Tae Riley
