Read the lyrics for Don Toliver’s new song “ATM.” The track’s words focus on hedonistic escapades and luxury, suited for fan engagement and listening.
The lyrics for Don Toliver’s “ATM” present a stream-of-consciousness narrative centered around hedonistic pursuits, late-night escapades, and status. For fans engaging with the song for its lyrical content or karaoke, the words create a vivid, if fragmented, picture of excess and fleeting encounters. The title itself operates as a double entendre, referencing both the automated teller machine and a state of being, encapsulated in the line “Got the ATM, finna rock the stadium.”
Toliver structures the song around a repetitive refrain and a lengthy, detailed chorus. The refrain establishes a scene of returning to a partner’s home, emphasizing a sense of disorientation and possession. The chorus then unfolds as a rapid series of boasts and surreal images, mixing references to luxury watches, substances, and international labels. This section is less a traditional story and more an atmospheric dump of associated ideas that convey a specific, high-energy mood.
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The lyrical flow switches between sung melody and rhythmic rap, which presents an engaging challenge for karaoke participants. The verses are shorter and more straightforward, grounding the hallucinatory chorus in brief moments like being in “H-Town” or having “two tens” on a car. The language employs contemporary hip-hop slang and Toliver’s own idiosyncratic phrases, making it instantly recognizable to his audience but requiring some cultural familiarity for full comprehension.
A notable aspect is the geographic and material name-dropping, from “strip club Canadian” to “Ritz-Carlton, Philippe.” These lyrics serve as shorthand for a lifestyle, building the song’s world through branded and locational references. The outro introduces a slight shift, mentioning buying chains and dismissing “sucker shit,” which adds a layer of transactional relationships and personal boundaries to the otherwise chaotic narrative.
Produced by 206Derek, Don Toliver, Honorable C.N.O.T.E., Oh Ross & Prince 85
January 22, 2026
1 song, 5 minutes
Cactus Jack / Donnway & Co / Atlantic Records, ℗ 2026 Donnway & Co LLC, under exclusive license to Atlantic Recording Corporation
Lyrics
[Refrain]
Last week, we went back to the crib, did round two
I don’t even know how the hell I even found you
I got the keys to her car and her house too
House too, house too, house too
[Chorus]
Let’s go, big rock, iced out G-Shock
Make her rip sheet rock, bitch, I’m stayin’ under
Let’s go, he hot, get him out the teapot
Shawty want the drip-drop, bitch, I come with thunder (Phew, phew, phew)
Off the cranium
Got the ATM, finna rock the stadium
Bitch, it’s 8 a.m., the strip club Canadian
You can pay me then, she Albanian
Range Rover bus (Huh)
She want it in the truck (Huh)
Okay, I’m finna fuck (Huh)
Okay, she had enough (Okay), huh (Yeah)
Okay, she had enough (Hey)
She doin’ angel dust
She wide open, huh (Wide open, she wide open)
She puttin’ it on her tongue
She says she’s on the run (Ooh)
Okay, I’m on the hunt, hmm (Hmm)
Okay, I’m on the hunt, lil’ shawty
[Verse 1]
I’m in H-Town, this a hell of a vibe
I was way too geeked, I can’t come outside (Come outside)
I got two tens and she sit on my ride
It’s the weekend, yeah, she do it this time
[Refrain]
Last week, we went back to the crib, did round two
I don’t even know how the hell I even found you
I got the keys to her car and her house too
House too, house too, house too
[Verse 2]
I was too geeked, I couldn’t see
I made you mad, but you really want me
Top of the hill, shawty out of sync
I got idea, let’s go ‘head, put it in
Let’s rock the boat, I gotta rock some more
I gotta swim the sea, I gotta catch the beach
I got a chain, the Ritz-Carlton, Philippe
Shawty locked like it’s ALYX
[Chorus]
Let’s go, big rock, iced out G-Shock
Make her rip sheet rock, bitch, I’m stayin’ under
Let’s go, he hot, get him out the teapot
Shawty want the drip-drop, bitch, I come with thunder (Phew, phew, phew)
Off the cranium
Got the ATM, finna rock the stadium
Bitch, it’s 8 a.m., the strip club Canadian
You can pay me then, she Albanian
Range Rover bus (Huh)
She want it in the truck (Huh)
Okay, I’m finna fuck (Huh)
Okay, she had enough (Okay), huh (Yeah)
Okay, she had enough (Hey)
She doin’ angel dust
She wide open, huh (Wide open, she wide open)
She puttin’ it on her tongue
She says she’s on the run (Ooh)
Okay, I’m on the hunt, hmm (Hmm)
Okay, I’m on the hunt, lil’ shawty
[Outro]
Last week, we went back to the crib, did round two
I don’t even know how the hell I even found you
I got the keys to her car and her house too
Bad one, baby, now we finna do a round two
Oh, I hate that sucker shit (Sucker shit)
Oh, I hate that sucker shit, tell-tell ’em get from ’round you
Yeah, I bought your chains, bought your stones and your gowns too
Worry about them stories that the—
