Quiet Money

When I die, I'm gone go in fashion, guns blasting

Cash inside coffins, memories get lost when you die

The legacy is eye for an eye

But overall I will survive nigga

When I die, I'm gone go in fashion, guns blasting

Cash inside coffins, memories get lost when you die

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 bitches 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 bring the boys and the mens out

I leave you lace up, you paralyzed from the waste up

I'll fuck your face up, when I finish tossing cakes up

I'm eating the kris up, I iced the finger, neck and wrist up

If it's a mix up, look at all the ones that I fix up

I mean, I fucked up, fuck around you getting stuck up

Press ya luck up, back this motherfucking truck up

I'm 'bout to black out, it's up to me to close this track out

I pull the mack out, I blow your chest and your back out

And knock the glock out, air this whole fucking block out

I knock a cop out, fuck a high school drop out

Attempt murders, two to sixty on a cop out

I'm fucking with my nigga's up north on a lockout

The M A S A, you run your mouth we smack the taste out

We blow your face out, pay the judge to throw the case out

Check the game and the cats that play in it

Quiet money youngest lieutenant

Yeah world it's been a minute, I'm in it

To my heart stop or blood touch the concrete

Beyond deep, these streets got me gripping my heat

Losing sleep, breaking day sling crack to fiends

W.D. forty to sixty having backwards dreams

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, face and chest get sprayed

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, we chop bust pots down and clust the way

From light to day it's only right that we cock 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, I'm gone go in fashion, guns blasting

Cash inside coffins, memories get lost when you die

The legacy is eye for an eye

But overall I will survive nigga

When I die, I'm gone go in fashion, guns blasting

Cash inside coffins, memories get lost when you die

The legacy is eye for an eye

But overall I will survive nigga