Quiet Money Lyrics - Az

(Talk) 

This is Quiet money fo life, understand huh 

This is quiet money fo life, TBS huh 

Get it right, huh 

(AZ) 

This another one street stressing 

Keep pressing, he's guessing 

Please I'm in the cut wit a bottle she's blessing 

Where I been thats the key question? 

Niggas yelling keep repping 

I must to left some kind of deep impression, peep the essence 

I speak in lesson if u seeking reference 

Never leave ya weapon 

See me if u need connections we insessing 

Built aggression only brief accession 

I mean my niggas filled wit flexions 

So believe he's resting, leave the message 

Fuck wit me niggas would be you breathless, leave u naked 

I keep it gully like the Visa Question we perfect this 

Thats probabtion got us extra hating 

No explaintion for the murders just rap-a-lations recreations 

This rap shit got us celebriting 

Like we Saving, we in hell with satan 

Jails are waiting smell probabtion 

Serve time got us telemaking 

Legendary now niggas can't tell me nating (nothing) 

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Yo, at fourthteen my hot ass was chasing bitches 

At fifthteen 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 bitch if ya doe is heavy 

And don't smoke with her if the blunt rolled already 

No ass betting if u show it you betta blast it 

Math class on the corner yea I past it 

Die right now take twenty from you bastards 

Fuck it throw a fifth of henny in my casket 

Never got my ass kicked, never had a pitbull 

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 

Fuck a dollar in a dream hundred grams and a thro team 

And I'm gone make the block work 

Sos reing me up got the hood on clockwork 

Bedstuy nigga you know its on 

Gotta flow so strong you could put it in a bomb 

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(Chorus) 

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 (2x) 

Jump out the drop top 

Catch you why u copping at that weed spot 

Speak not you know them bitches be your weak spot 

I'm in the trinches thats where ya'll niggas scared to come at 

Where all the guns at 

Where my shorties flip them ones at 

Thats 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 paralized 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 tast 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 luetenit 

Yea 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 its 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 its a must we play 

We cook, we chop bust pots down and clust the way 

from light to day its 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 

Visulize the realism I'm a dangerous speed 

Chorus (2x)