[Intro]
Bright synth stab — cut in
Ad-libs: (yeah) (oh) (woo)
[Hook / Chorus] (fragmented, rhythmic — repeatable)
She’s fire — fire, fire (yeah)
She’s gold — gold, gold (oh)
Can’t be con-trolled — con-trolled (yeah)
Heads all fold — fold, fold (oh)
She’s fire — fire, fire (yeah)
She’s gold — gold, gold (oh)
In-spire — spire, spire (yeah)
Empire — pire, pire (oh)
[Verse 1] (fast, punchy, image-driven)
Neon crown taped to a skyline mind, eight floors of grind
Glass heels hit pavement — percussion, time, tick-ticked rhyme
Ledger like a trophy — signatures in gold ink, signed
She cashes days like checks, then she cashes out the night
Cigar smoke? Nah — she breathes only ozone, ozone
Headlines try to name her; she’s the byline and the phone
Hustle muscles flex, cuffed with customs of chrome
She buys the sunset, sells the sunrise, calls it home
[Pre-Chorus] (short, staccato pause-lines)
Pause — they blink (yeah)
Step — they sink (oh)
Smile — they think (yeah)
Watch — she ink (oh)
[Hook / Chorus]
She’s fire — fire, fire (yeah)
She’s gold — gold, gold (oh)
Can’t be con-trolled — con-trolled (yeah)
Heads all fold — fold, fold (oh)
She’s fire — fire, fire (yeah)
She’s gold — gold, gold (oh)
In-spire — spire, spire (yeah)
Empire — pire, pire (oh)
[Verse 2] (faster, multi-syllabic, percussive consonants)
Boys take notes, choke on bars I write, night-ink to daylight
Tryna play chess — I’m checkmate at noon, kingless in my sight
Pocket full of plans, blueprint bangs — skyscraper bite
They stunt with borrowed thunder, she built a storm of light
Syncopated footsteps, clap — she moves like drumbeat math
Rhymes stack like payrolls, compound interest in her path
She’s ink in contracts, signature like aftermath
Men echo noise — she rewires the broadcast
[Bridge] (slowed, playful, revealing)
Pause — watch the world learn my name (oh)
Smile — they forgot how to play the game (yeah)
Lower the tempo, but raise the claim
I laugh, then I launch — same flame, new aim
[Hook / Chorus] (with a chopped vocal counter)
She’s fire — fire, fire (yeah)
She’s gold — gold, gold (oh)
Can’t be con-trolled — con-trolled (yeah)
Heads all fold — fold, fold (oh)
She’s fire — fire, fire (yeah)
She’s gold — gold, gold (oh)
In-spire — spire, spire (yeah)
Empire — pire, pire (oh)
[Verse 3] (win-the-room punchlines, closing momentum)
Crown on her head? More like skyline in her palm
Deals done at dawn while they scroll, she’s calm
Lipstick like arrows, every sentence a psalm
Break the glass ceiling? She sold shards as charm
Legacy written in neon footprints on the bay
They call it femme fatale; she calls it pay-to-play
No pity party — she invests in the getaway
Built an empire from dope lines and better days
[Final Hook / Chorus] (big, anthemic, ad-lib heavy)
She’s fire — fire, fire (yeah, yeah)
She’s gold — gold, gold (oh, oh)
Can’t be con-trolled — con-trolled (yeah)
Heads all fold — fold, fold (oh)
She’s fire —
