ATM

Album

Octane

Label

Cactus Jack

Genre

Trap

Media Type

CD

Duration

3:00

Composer(s)

Caleb Toliver;Carlton Mays Jr.;Derek Anderson;Cole Wainwright

Entered Chart

Feb 7, 2026

Peak Date

Feb 14, 2026

Released

January 23, 2026

"ATM" is Don Toliver's meditation on wealth, fame and sexual relationships using the humble cash machine as an elastic metaphor. ATMs, after all, are those reliable little boxes that cheerfully hand out money while quietly charging you for the privilege. Toliver leans into the comparison, presenting himself as a human dispensing unit for cash and clout, with an ever-growing queue of people waiting to make withdrawals. Toliver floats between rap and melody as he explores what happens when success turns relationships into ledger entries. It places the song in a tradition of hip-hop, using financial symbols to measure fame's emotional exchange rate, from J. Cole's "ATM," which framed wealth as a cycle of temptation and self-reflection, to 50 Cent's "I Get Money," where financial gain becomes both armor and identity. The track is the second single from Toliver's sixth album, Octane, continuing the synth-based instrumentation first introduced on the album's lead single, "Tiramisu." The title "ATM" also feeds directly into Octane's overarching fascination with speed, engines and high-performance living. Within the album's conceptual world, money operates as the petrol keeping Toliver's lifestyle roaring forward. "ATM" is one of three tracks Toliver co-produced. He was helped by these four producers: 206Derek is a Seattle-born, Los Angeles–based producer who started out as an engineer after moving to LA, working closely with Don Toliver and Travis Scott. He became one of the small circle trusted to "put together ideas" for Don, then transitioned from engineering to production and landed multiple placements on Toliver's 2023 album Love Sick, setting up his role as a core collaborator on Octane and "ATM." Honorable C.N.O.T.E. (Carlton Mays Jr.) is an Atlanta-based hip-hop producer and songwriter known for hard-hitting, slightly off-kilter trap beats. He started producing as a teenager in Michigan and has amassed thousands of placements, including standout tracks like Migos' "Supastars," Lil Uzi Vert's "20 Min" and Trippie Redd's "Dark Knight Dummo." Prince 85 is a Paris-based, largely anonymous producer associated with moody, synth-driven tracks, best known to many listeners through his work with The Weeknd (including co-producing "Die For You"). Oh Ross is a more behind-the-scenes figure with fewer public profiles, generally credited on modern rap and R&B records as a co-producer and sound-designer type. The beat flips "Oración," a 1978 instrumental by Spanish composer Juan Carlos Calderón, stretching its lush orchestral phrases into a smoky trap backdrop. The song arrived alongside a video released on January 22, 2026. Filmed at the Mount Wilson Observatory overlooking Los Angeles, the location provides Toliver with a literal vantage point above the city, a visual metaphor for his elevated career status and the isolation that often accompanies it. The video was directed by Maxime Quoilin, a Belgian-born, New York-based multidisciplinary artist who built his reputation through graphic design and photography before expanding into motion direction. Quoilin has served as a creative director and editor for major live productions, including Beyoncé's Formation tour, as well as projects involving Travis Scott, Miley Cyrus and Pharrell Williams. His fashion world collaborations include visual work for Alexander Wang, Coach, Rag & Bone and Savage X Fenty. Quoilin's breakthrough as a full-scale music-video director came with the visual for Meek Mill and Justin Timberlake's 2020 track "Believe."

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

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 AM, 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

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

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

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

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 AM, 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

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-