Quiet - Gucci Mane, DJ Holiday

Quiet quiet quiet

And I’ll be being quiet quiet

I let my money talk for me cause I’ll be being quiet

Scoochy

Do anybody know somebody who know somebody?

Who know somebody who know somebody who got the mollys

Karate Kid but I don’t even know karate

Kush got my eyes low like Mr. Miyagi

East Atlanta Santa, yeah my stomach fat and jolly

Fucked up 50 grand in Vegas with my nigga

Got the battle of the bands going in my Robin’s

And if you think of robbin Gucci, you gon have some problems…

Servin pizza pies, all my pies got extra toppings

And I be shittin on all these niggas just like pigeon droppings

30 grand in all hundreds, I don’t do the wallet

And I’m about to fly to New York cause I’m going shoppin

I take a brick, break off a brick and cook a deuce

Way I’m beating up all these babies call it child abuse

Way I’m beating that white girl, that’s domestic violence

And my money talk for me cause I be being quiet

Quiet, quiet, cause I be being quiet

I let my money talk for me because I’m being quiet

Break a 4-way off a brick and then I’m bout to fry it

My money gettin obese, your shit is on a diet

I sip lean all day every day until the kid is tired

I make em search for that cause this pussy’s wired

If you think you can defeat me, fuck it nigga, try it

I got squares all in my trunk I think he wanna buy it

Got a G-4 but I do not have no one to fly it

I’m so fly that I might stop rappin and be a pilot

Gucci Mane the shit and you can’t deny it

I got the game in a knot and you can’t untie it

I let my money do the talking, I be being quiet…

And I get money out the streets but keep my business private!