LYRICS FOR "Quiet Money TBS"
This is quiet money fo life
This is quiet money fo life
Get it right
This another one street stressing
Keep pressing
Please I'm in the cut wit a bottle she's blessing
Where I been that's the key question?
Niggas yelling keep repping
I must to left some kind of deep impression
I speak in lesson if you seeking reference
Never leave ya weapon
See me if you need connections we insessing
Built aggression only brief accession
I mean my niggas filled wit flexions
So believe he's resting
F*** wit me niggas would be you breathless
I keep it gully like the Visa Question we perfect this
That's probation got us extra hating
No explanation for the murders just rap-a-lations recreations
This rap s*** got us celebrating
Like we saving
Jails are waiting smell probation
Legendary now niggas can't tell me nating
(Nothing)
Yo
At fifteen my brother told me get them digits
Told me every penny count nigga hit them trinches
Don't floss to hard don't burn no riches
Don't trust no b**** if ya doe is heavy
And don't smoke with her if the blunt rolled already
No ass betting if you show it you betta blast it
Math class on the corner yeah I past it
Die right now take twenty from you b*******
F*** it throw a fifth of Henny in my casket
Never got my ass kicked
I just went to high school with the clip full
First nigga act get a clip full
Mama raised me but the streets made me
Rum got me hazy chasing this cream
F*** a dollar in a dream hundred grams and a thro team
And I'm gone make the block work
So's reing me up got the hood on clockwork
Bedstuy nigga you know it's on
Gotta flow so strong
When I die
Cash inside coffins
The legacy is eye for an eye
But overall I will survive nigga
When I die
Cash inside coffins
The legacy is eye for an eye
But overall I will survive nigga
Jump out the drop top
Catch you why you copping at that weed spot
Speak not you know them b****** be your weak spot
I'm in the trinches that's where y'all niggas scared to come at
Where all the guns at
Where my shorties flip them ones at
That's where my son's at
You speak of war but you don't want that
I blew the timbs out and blow the GS wit the rims out
I air your bens out baby moms and her friend's out
I knock a lens out
I leave you lace up
I'll f*** your face up
I'm eating the kris up
If it's a mix up
I mean
Press ya luck up
I'm 'bout to black out
I pull the mack out
And knock the glock out
I knock a cop out
Attempt murders
I'm f****** with my nigga's up north on a lockout
The M A S A
We blow your face out
Check the game and the cats that play in it
Quiet money youngest lieutenant
Yeah world it's been a minute
To my heart stop or blood touch the concrete
Beyond deep
Losing sleep
W
The cash the cream from the cradle to the casket green
Got the game tied up we the nasties team
We flash we steam if it's on then we mash your beam
Yellow tape the sidewalk and leave a nasty scene
Your back is spling ya brain
The desert the miss the spot when it bust your way
We touch we lay in the streets it's a must we play
We cook
From light to day it's only right that we c*** and spray
We speeding on could spot a snake from a block away
I told you a what the game need is a change of speed
Visualize the realism
I'm a dangerous speed
When I die
Cash inside coffins
The legacy is eye for an eye
But overall I will survive nigga
When I die
Cash inside coffins
The legacy is eye for an eye
But overall I will survive nigga
© SHUGAR DIAMOND MUSIC