Bryson Tiller’s Solace & The Vices, released on Friday, August 8, 2025, via Trapsoul/RCA Records, is a rap-heavy masterpiece, and “Mink Kelly,” featuring Rick Ross, is its opulent crown jewel. Part of the 12-track first half of the Solace & The Vices double album, this banger blends Tiller’s Louisville swagger with Ross’s iconic Maybach Music flex—think lush beats and razor-sharp bars, echoing the triumphant vibe of “FIRST PLACE” but dripping with high-end luxury. The theme revolves around letting go of toxic relationships—a narrative where Tiller and Dlow move on from betrayal and disloyalty, focusing on success and new connections. It captures the moment of realizing some people don’t belong in your grind and cutting them off. Tiller voices a self-assured star flexing wealth, his Cullinan, and new romantic options, while Dlow adds a street perspective with his no-nonsense attitude. Fans on X are buzzing about its lavish energy, fueled by the album’s summer-ready hype. For me, it feels like rolling through Miami in a Rolls-Royce, windows down, owning the night. The Vices is Tiller’s boldest pivot, and “Mink Kelly” is its lavish anthem. Join us for MINI KELLY lyrics by Bryson Tiller with Rick Ross and find out why it’s set to be a fan favorite in Bryson’s trap era.
| Lead Vocals | Bryson Tiller & Rick Ross |
| Songwriter | Bryson Tiller & Rick Ross |
| Music Producer | Gravez |
| Label | Dreamville & Interscope Records |
| Release Date | August 8, 2025 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Dreamville & Interscope Records |
Lyrics of MINI KELLY by Bryson Tiller & Rick Ross
[Verse 1: Bryson Tiller]
Brace Yourself, Take Your Time, This Shit Is Not A Diss
Make Your Mind Up, Don’t Make No Time For Him At My Expense
You See, I Know You Fine Shyt, You Put On Shit That’s Timeless
Like Chanel From ’96, Some Ysl Highs Clickin’
We Step Inside The Bacarrat Hotel, Them Diamonds Glistenin’
Hit Casablanca In Morocco, Doin’ High End Shit
Biggest Yacht, I Copped It, Helicopters How I Spin Shit
I Ain’t Make This Shit To Not Spend Shit
But Then You Pop Your Shit And Do It With Versace Lipstick, And I Got Defensive
To Me This Shit Is Cheap, But Time Expensive
I Gave You More, Learned My Lesson, Poor Me, But You My Blessin’
I’m Stressin’, Still Get You That Hermès Kelly
We Used To Shop At The Forever, Talkin’ ’bout Forever
You Gon’ Look Twenty-one Forever, Gon’ Be Hot Forever
Doin’ Shit Ain’t Gotta Ask Me, I Spend That Knot Forever
New Nigga Gon’ Get His Ass Beat, I Do It Accapella
Sonic’s Jaw To Roc-a-fella, Thinkin’ He Gon’ Stunt On My Expense
Touch The Cullinan, I Cut Him On Some Culinary Shit
Tryin’ Step On Shit, No Red Bottoms, Bloody Mary Shit
You Care About Him, Tell Him Cut It, All That F**kin’ Arrogance
Airin’ Shit, Rappin’ Like Carter, No Aaron Shit
Rest In Peace, I Want Candy Paint My Whip, I’m Very Rich
Embarrassin’ How I Just
I Just Keep Givin’ You More
[Verse 2: Bryson Tiller]
Why’d I Try To Find Solace Through My Vices When We Split?
Put A Shiesty On And Try To Find My Wifey In The Strip
Club, I Know That Ain’t Like Bryson, But I Had To Write That Hit
Turned Tricks, Lookin’ At Me Like, “Well, You Ain’t Learn Shit”
But Then My Earnings Tripled, What I Learned Was Just Be Earnest With Them
And It’s Workin’, Huh? I Can Finally Go Get You That Birkin
I Can Finally Get You That Whip That You Been Askin’ For,
That Trip That You Been Askin’ For
But You Still Trippin’ Off The Last Ho
I Ain’t Even Come Ask Who You Last Smashed, I Detached From You
Left It In The Past When I Put You Through The Mattress
Took You Back To Saks Fifth, Spent Racks On You, These Facts Here
Motherf**k Last Year, Let’s Punt That Through The Stratosphere
All I See Is Mad Tears, Trust I Understand The Feel
I Can’t Let It Shake Me, Why The F**k You Think I’m Standin’ Here?
I Miss Huggin’ You Up Under Restoration Chandeliers
And I’m Manickin’ With You, And That’s
Well, That’s The Best Way I Can Put It, For Real
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Big Bags, I Keep The Static To The Minimal
Love Money, I’m A Fanatic For Them Envelopes
H Slide, She Got Her Meds In Her Bag Too
Mini Kelly, It’s Time To Show You How That Bag Move
Shakin’ Ass, She Love To Post But She Never Tag
Not A Drinker, It’s Mocktails For Her Fakin’ Ass
Close Friends, I Know She Tell ’em How I D!ck Her Down
You Lookin’ Thicker Now, Girl, You Make A Nigga Proud
Call Up The Dope Boys, It’s Time To Get A Different Crowd
You Need Some New Toys, And I’m Tryna Get ’em Now
Van Cleef Only Flaw Is That It Never Die
I Can Never Be The Biggest If I Never Try
We Can Never Get To Venice If We Never Fly
I Won’t Get To See The Heavens If I Never Die
Amalfi Coast, All White, We Out In Italy
Look What It Did To Me, Real Nigga Tendencies
Fast Cars, Thousand Acres In The Backyard
I Got My Own Dealership, Now Tell ’em That Part
Time To Order Twenty Bottles On My Black Card
Supermodels Takin’ Pictures With A Rap Star
We Know The Envy ’cause We Came Up From The Asphalt
These Niggas Pass Off, Hatin’ Was The Last Straw (Maybach Music)
