AZ

AZ - Quiet Money TBS lyrics

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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)



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



[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 [x2]



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 x2]
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