The Cool Kids, Z Money - SHHHHHH lyrics
[The Cool Kids, Z Money - SHHHHHH lyrics]
Yeah
Brand new V on twenty-threes
Walked through the 'jects
Came out kinda flee
Take care of the paper and invest in a key
Lot of hundreds on me
Got a whole lot of chi-chi
Lot of diamonds on me
Told the jeweler man freeze me
Brick after brick
Damn, the whole hood need me
Louis V 'fit, hit the scene with a bad bitch
Real trap nigga, now they got me on TV
Was a scammin' ass nigga gettin'
Rich off a tablet
Havoc, slidin' with them sticks automatic
Yeah, beat it down, bitch, like I'm daddy
On tour, still got dope in my cabin
Designer mix-match
Go crazy with your fashion
Forty-two four, say hello to my passion
New drop cost two hundred, gotta dash it
Four hundred for the zip
That's all white ashes
Miss me like a wifey with the threats, pal
'Fore I turn your name to the next Pat
Off the top rope, fall, splash, ex-pat
Know I gotta get back (Yeah)
Lot of money in the backpack (Uh)
Lot of money in the backpack (Ah)
Doors open like a rat trap
And the GPS can't track that
They dead
I'm switchin' permissions
I'm switchin' the passwords on you niggas
Last words from you niggas
Laugh first on you niggas
Burst on you niggas (Yeah)
We doin' division
That half and the quarter
That's different percentage (Wow)
We come with precision
We come with the scissors
We cuttin' you out
You knew what it was when you met me
We ain't gotta talk about that, though
I just met a plug and
He blessed me (The plug)
We ain't gon' talk about that, though
You knew what it was when you met me
We ain't gotta talk about that, though
I just met a plug and he blessed me
We ain't gotta talk about that, though
Twirlin' fettuccine pasta
White wine sauce
Just somethin' slight, though
If you wanna place a bet on it
Don't step on it, you can call Lonzo
Twist the jar closed, swingin' elbows
Leave a scale of those blues and yellows
I could send a will to you with a pill
But the folks know where your mail go
It's on sale, though
Liquidated, oh, we on a sailboat
Silk 'fit like I sell dope
And it cost a brick like my jumper's broke
Quick, pronto, swift Carlos
White barcode
Me, Z Money serve Mikey and Cardo
Ayy, this beat hard, though
You knew what it was when you met me
We ain't gotta talk about that, though
I just met a plug and
He blessed me (The plug)
We ain't gon' talk about that, though
You knew what it was when you met me
We ain't gotta talk about that, though
I just met a plug and he blessed me
We ain't gotta talk about that, though
Brand new V on twenty-threes
Walked through the 'jects
Came out kinda flee
Take care of the paper and invest in a key
Lot of hundreds on me
Got a whole lot of chi-chi
Lot of diamonds on me
Told the jeweler man freeze me
Brick after brick
Damn, the whole hood need me
Louis V 'fit, hit the scene with a bad bitch
Real trap nigga, now they got me on TV
Was a scammin' ass nigga gettin'
Rich off a tablet
Havoc, slidin' with them sticks automatic
Yeah, beat it down, bitch, like I'm daddy
On tour, still got dope in my cabin
Designer mix-match
Go crazy with your fashion
Forty-two four, say hello to my passion
New drop cost two hundred, gotta dash it
Four hundred for the zip
That's all white ashes
Miss me like a wifey with the threats, pal
'Fore I turn your name to the next Pat
Off the top rope, fall, splash, ex-pat
Know I gotta get back (Yeah)
Lot of money in the backpack (Uh)
Lot of money in the backpack (Ah)
Doors open like a rat trap
And the GPS can't track that
They dead
I'm switchin' permissions
I'm switchin' the passwords on you niggas
Last words from you niggas
Laugh first on you niggas
Burst on you niggas (Yeah)
We doin' division
That half and the quarter
That's different percentage (Wow)
We come with precision
We come with the scissors
We cuttin' you out
You knew what it was when you met me
We ain't gotta talk about that, though
I just met a plug and
He blessed me (The plug)
We ain't gon' talk about that, though
You knew what it was when you met me
We ain't gotta talk about that, though
I just met a plug and he blessed me
We ain't gotta talk about that, though
Twirlin' fettuccine pasta
White wine sauce
Just somethin' slight, though
If you wanna place a bet on it
Don't step on it, you can call Lonzo
Twist the jar closed, swingin' elbows
Leave a scale of those blues and yellows
I could send a will to you with a pill
But the folks know where your mail go
It's on sale, though
Liquidated, oh, we on a sailboat
Silk 'fit like I sell dope
And it cost a brick like my jumper's broke
Quick, pronto, swift Carlos
White barcode
Me, Z Money serve Mikey and Cardo
Ayy, this beat hard, though
You knew what it was when you met me
We ain't gotta talk about that, though
I just met a plug and
He blessed me (The plug)
We ain't gon' talk about that, though
You knew what it was when you met me
We ain't gotta talk about that, though
I just met a plug and he blessed me
We ain't gotta talk about that, though