3 The Goon - Silence of the Grams
Sexy mama on my arm she my number oneEverybody wanna know where I got her from
Everybody wanna know where I meet her at
On my side like my money where I keep her at
Bending corners with her in a two-seater Vette
She in the mood like a pool I'm a keep her wet
Moving work in the rain gotta keep it dry
I'm doing me I'm bout that 9th letter nigga "I"
Silence of the grams hustle on the low
She naked on the pole money on the flo'
I'm bout to hit the hotel and she wanna go
Stop and get the cigarillo from the corner sto'
Cash growing like the grass in the perfect weather
Lay her body on the couch on the butter leather
Get the money many ways but I'll never tell her
Only nigga know my balance is the bank teller
Ain't nobody gotta know how I'm getting money
Ain't nobody gotta know how I'm getting money
Ain't nobody gotta know how I'm getting money
Haters on alert they wanna try to take it from me
Ain't nobody gotta know how I'm getting money
Ain't nobody gotta know how I'm getting money
Ain't nobody gotta know how I'm getting money
Haters on alert they wanna try to take it from me
Rose gold with the diamonds on the Cuban link
Perignon in a flute that's for you to drink
Russian Sable that's the brand of my hooded mink
She can tell I'm from the hood by my body ink
Felonies on my record 'cause I'm from the street
Born broke now I'm traveling on Louey seats
Cartier them the frames when you in The "D"
Being broke a nigga only real enemy
Life is not a race it's a marathon
Smoking bubble kush sipping Dom Perignon
Haters know they role 'why I keep the firearm
Touch me it's going off like a car alarm
Give me space when I'm in the place on the real
I hit a hundred grand now I want a quarter mil'
Niggaz killing over pussy now they wanna ill
Fuck a bitch nigga tell me how the money feel
Bread winner for my dinner eat a couple hundred
Niggaz hating on me getting nothing from it
Used to hustle blocks with a empty stomach
Now it's Hennessy and Remi while I'm getting blunted
Let the past be the past focus on the present
Mind on the future trying to buy the bigger presents
Everybody on my team real they ain't telling
The bullshit'll try to get to you if you let it
Ain't nobody gotta know how I'm getting money
Ain't nobody gotta know how I'm getting money
Ain't nobody gotta know how I'm getting money
Haters on alert they wanna try to take it from me
Ain't nobody gotta know how I'm getting money
Ain't nobody gotta know how I'm getting money
Ain't nobody gotta know how I'm getting money
Haters on alert they wanna try to take it from me
Lamb chops with the red wine like a don
My boyz from the east side like I'm Lil Jon
My boyz from the west side 'cause that's where I'm from
Smoking blunts 'bout the size of a nigga thumb
South side north side yeah they fuckin' with me
Ya' bitch wanna suck my dick she ain't bluffin' with me
Say she wanna heat it up like a oven with me
All week she been yelling nigga come and get me
Pay attention to the money not the nigga with it
Don't ask me if I'm the best I'm my worst critic
Don't talk about it if you want it gotta go and get it
I only dress in the best that's so exquisite
Picture money in my fist like a fuckin' Whopper
Smoking purp wit ya bitch headed to the opera
Live proper I ain't running from no coppa'
Fuck a flight I might touch down in a helicopter
Ain't nobody gotta know how I'm getting money
Ain't nobody gotta know how I'm getting money
Ain't nobody gotta know how I'm getting money
Haters on alert they wanna try to take it from me
Ain't nobody gotta know how I'm getting money
Ain't nobody gotta know how I'm getting money
Ain't nobody gotta know how I'm getting money
Haters on alert they wanna try to take it from me
Written by:
Brian Price
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