In the smoky glow of Houston’s after-hours scene, Don Toliver captures that effortless high-life rush with “ATM,” a standout single that’s already setting the tone for his highly anticipated album OCTANE. The track oozes luxury and lust, blending hazy auto-tune with thunderous bass to chronicle wild nights of endless cash, exotic flings, and unapologetic indulgence. From cryptic keys to cars and cribs to early-morning strip club flexes, it’s pure Toliver—smooth yet stormy, pulling you into a world where desire hits like lightning.
| Lead Vocals | Don Toliver |
| Songwriter | Don Toliver, Honorable C.N.O.T.E., 206Derek & Oh Ross |
| Music Producer | Don Toliver, Honorable C.N.O.T.E., 206Derek, Oh Ross & Prince 85 |
| Label | Cactus Jack / Atlantic Record |
| Release Date | January 23, 2026 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Cactus Jack / Atlantic Record |
Lyrics of ATM by Don Toliver
[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 [?], Bitch, I’m Stayin’ Under
Let’s Go Heat, Hot, And I’m Off 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., 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, Okay, She Had Enough, Huh (Baby, 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, Hm (Hm)
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 Ten’s 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 Ride The Boat, I Gotta Rock Some More
I Gotta Swim The Sea, I Gotta Catch The Beach
I Got A Chain, The Ritz, Carlton Phillippe
Shawty [?] Like It’s Alyx
[Chorus]
Let’s Go Big Rock, Iced Out G-shock
Make Her Rip [?], Bitch, I’m Stayin’ Under
Let’s Go Heat, Hot, And I’m Off 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., 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, Okay, She Had Enough, Huh (Baby, 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, Hm (Hm)
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 Sh- (Sucker Shit)
Oh, I Hate That Sucker Shit To Tell ’em Get From Round You
Yeah, I Bought Your Chains, Bought Your Stones And Your Gowns Too
Worry About Them Stories That-
About “ATM by Don Toliver”
Don Toliver storms the scene with “ATM,” transforming everyday excess into stadium-sized anthems—dripping confidence, thunderous energy, and that signature psychedelic allure.
At its core, “ATM” thrives on Don Toliver’s trademark psychedelic trap sound, laced with R&B inflection for a mood that’s equal parts seductive and chaotic. His production shines through with wavy, atmospheric beats and booming low-end that amplify the themes of opulent hedonism—iced-out accessories, international beauties, high-end rides, and substance-fueled escapades. It’s lean-sipping vibes meets boss-level bravado, where every hook feels like a late-night confession turned victory lap.
Serving as a fiery teaser for OCTANE, Don Toliver’s fifth studio album dropping January 30 through Cactus Jack and Atlantic Records, “ATM” embodies the project’s high-octane ethos: turbocharged tracks exploring fame’s thrills, romantic entanglements, and unrelenting grind. The rollout has been electric, with cryptic social teasers, a cinematic trailer, and mounting buzz positioning it as Toliver’s boldest evolution yet. Pre-save on Spotify or Apple Music to lock in early— this one’s built for heavy rotation.
Released just days ago as the latest single, “ATM” has exploded on streaming platforms, racking up millions of plays and sparking breakdowns across socials. No features here; it’s all Don, letting his versatile flow—part melodic crooner, part trap commander—take center stage amid the chaos.
Coming off the critical and commercial wave of Hardstone Psycho, Toliver’s current era feels like peak refinement. At this stage, he’s mastering the art of blending vulnerability with vice, turning personal highs and lows into universally addictive hooks. “ATM” exemplifies that growth: sharper lyricism on wealth as both weapon and escape, richer sonic layers that nod to his Travis Scott roots while carving a distinct lane. In a discography packed with bangers like “No Pole” and “Bandit,” it stands out as a declaration of dominance—reminding everyone why he’s rap’s go-to for those intoxicating, replay-worthy vibes.
What makes “ATM” hit different is its vivid storytelling, painting Houston nights in neon strokes—from geeked-up weekends to chasing thrills on the hunt. As OCTANE revs up, this single feels like the ignition, promising an album that’ll fuel playlists and debates through 2026. Toliver isn’t just riding the wave; he’s creating it.
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