Quiet Songtext
von Gucci Mane

Don′t anybody know somebody who know somebody
Who know somebody who know somebody who got the mollies
Karate Kid but I don't even know karate
Kush got my eyes low like Mr. Miyagi
East Atlanta summer, yeah, my stomach fat and jolly
Fucked up 50 grand in Vegas with my nigga Polly
Got the battle of the bands going in my Robins
And if you think of robbing Gucci you gon′ have some problems
Serving pizza pies and all my pies got extra toppings
And I be shitting on all these niggas just like pigeon droppings
30 Grand in all hundreds, I don't do the wallet
And I'm ′bout to fly to New York cause I′m going shopping


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 and I be being quiet
Quiet, quiet, cause I be being quiet
I let my money talk for me cause I be being quiet

Break a four-way off a brick and then I′m 'bout to fry it
My money getting obese, your shit is on a diet
I sip lean all day every day until the kid is tired
I make ′em search 'em for they inner cause these pussies 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 G4 but I do not have no one to fly it
I'm so fly that I might stop rapping 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


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 and I be being quiet
Quiet, quiet, cause I be being quiet
I let my money talk for me cause I be being quiet