[Verse] Midnight glow on the corner, streets whisper low, Deli’s clock just clicked closed, but the hustle still flows. Jacket tipped back, countin’ coins like a pro, Every bill a story, every dime a show. Neon signs flicker, casting shadows on the street, Got my pockets heavy, feel that midnight beat. Tips stacked up, yeah, you know it’s sweet— Making moves in silence, cash quietly complete. [Pre-Chorus] Got that rhythm in my step, Counting blues away, no regrets. Underneath the moon’s silhouette, My grind’s a game they won’t forget. [Chorus] Stack it up, stack it up, midnight’s on my side, Tips in my pocket, city’s my ride. Counting green, feeling mean, swagger bona fide, Closing time king, in shadows I reside. Stack it up, stack it up, pockets never dry, Playing for the night, watch me amplify. Counting tips, flipping scripts, till the sun’s on high, Midnight’s my kingdom, and I’m flying sky-high. [Verse] Empty streets, but my hustle’s alive and loud, Cashflow steady, walking tall and proud. Every tip a crown in this late night crowd, Silent celebration, I say it out loud. Feet moving smooth, with a rhythm so slick, Tips on deck, making every moment stick. Money talks low, but my smile’s quick, Queen of the night? Nah, I’m the tip pick. [Pre-Chorus] Got that rhythm in my step, Counting blues away, no regrets. Underneath the moon’s silhouette, My grind’s a game they won’t forget. [Chorus] Stack it up, stack it up, midnight’s on my side, Tips in my pocket, city’s my ride. Counting green, feeling mean, swagger bona fide, Closing time king, in shadows I reside. Stack it up, stack it up, pockets never dry, Playing for the night, watch me amplify. Counting tips, flipping scripts, till the sun’s on high, Midnight’s my kingdom, and I’m flying sky-high. [Bridge] Cash in my hands, yeah, the night’s my stage, Counting every dollar, turning up the page. Silent flex, no stress, I’m setting the gauge, Midnight’s my script, I’m the star of this cage. [Chorus] Stack it up, stack it up, midnight’s on my side, Tips in my pocket, city’s my ride. Counting green, feeling mean, swagger bona fide, Closing time king, in shadows I reside. Stack it up, stack it up, pockets never dry, Playing for the night, watch me amplify. Counting tips, flipping scripts, till the sun’s on high, Midnight’s my kingdom, and I’m flying sky-high. [Outro] Counting tips, counting dreams, in the midnight light, Deli’s closed, but I’m still winning the night. Cash in hand, everything’s feeling right, Playful king of shadows, outta sight.