Quiet Money

[Half-A-Mill]

Quizzer saucer intention, glide in a hummer with the

flying saucer engine

Willied out in my crib in the winter havin cookouts

Smack my whiz, look out

I'm like barnerbust, crap niggas try to conquer us

They mad, cuz they jump outta cabs and hop on the bus

Cop wit us, Firm click rock the whole Metropolis

Bitches who burn dick, won't put a stop to us

Niggas who turn snitch, gotta run

Coward you ain't a part of us

Send you flowers, you part of the dust

Hard to discuss, this ill life is hard to live up

Once you fall it's hard to get up

Once you ball it's hard to give up

See how it all started up from stick ups

In father's Dodge pickup, it wasn't really my fathers

But the pulley made it starter kick up

The money made even the hardest get stuck

The smartest get fucked, artist for what?

This world inside a mega mirror, niggas ain't promised tomorrow

Only thing you promised is projects

Fall prophets, 50 cent beers, S.I.E. checks

Prison bars, prison yards, knowledge thru wisdom God

Livin large, get with the ma, ain't nothin personal

Strictly a job, six in the heart, for six hundred lard

We gunnin hard, comin hard, hundreds and cars

[Chorus: Half A Mill & AZ]

Quiet money, retired money

Earth, Wind & Fire money, or quiet money

You wanna die, try it money

Seven six and five money

Live money, Ill Click to ride from me

Quiet money, retired money

Earth, Wind & Fire money, or quiet money

You wanna die, try it money

Seven six and five money

Provide for my Fam and my Fam provide for my

[AZ]

Glaciers of ice, niggas in the race for they life

Raisin the hype, for real niggas playin tonight

Blazin the pipe, dope fiends will blaze at your wife

Who want what? Nigga, let's engage in a fight

Blow fire wit the gray seal, for laid real for this spit it

So niggas can hit it like Curtis Mayfield

Front door shit, we pump raw shit

Pretty portraits, nickel plate gats that gorgeous

On the run away, flip and run, relax on Sunday

Who want a gun play? My mind only work one way

Rose up a wise man, got love on the streets, I van

And never snitch, and never flip or even beat my man

Play the game for ya niggas, re-avenge ya shit

E&J ya shit, cuz ya say ya rich, hahahaha

Spit subliminal, school hustler, black criminal

Smack ya general, even my bitch'll clap ten to you

Macs identical, barely react when I'm interviewed

In the Q, peep on ya niggas in the new

[Chorus]

[Half-A-Mill]

I still rock Gucci sneakers, money green to match my cream

I don't sleep, niggas just blast in they dreams

You couldn't match my team

You ain't original, you like a fluke, Ron Howard beam

You was rockin Bugle Boys, had nothin, like for shootin boys

All of a sudden you Super Boy

You just a pigeon in the coup

Peace to them ill cats, livin the proof, manifestin the truth

Firm affil', landin jets on your roof

Exceptional, got a cess schedule, ganja festival

Prime line fish and vegetable, I'm skeptical

My man seen it thru his Cardiere spectacles, I'm tellin you

This BMW life is best for you

The ghetto brought out the hell in you

The heat took over the L in you

Copers of the wilderness, put the spell on you

What's left of you? Caught in the game, is like a hex on you

What's next to do? Not every one's chosen, just a few

I know it's fucked up, when everyone's holdin, except for you

Tough luck's gotten the best of you, we livin

Hummer wit the flying saucer engine, satellite system

Hype, travel at night, thru the ninth dimension

Every word, precise wisdom, varies verbs in this life I'm livin

My dunn shoot dice in prison, I would like to mention

My insight is like ice that's glisten

And took a page of my book and build Princeton

University, I move for this paper personally

You heard of me the first time your purchased a key

Feds got bitches, and niggas holdin bitches in g's

Cut you arms off, in case you got shits up ya sleeve

Split up the cheese, I got hollow tips for the dees

Pimpin disease, my bitches swallow ships in the sea

Black marquise, you ain't a player, you'se a car theft

Stomp you wit gators on, squash you like beef

Make it hard for your heart to beat

Spread ya hood, darken the streets

Market the beats, push stars weekend

Park in the streets, it's heat