--- [Intro] Zone sealed, bitch I don’t talk, I encrypt I don’t move, I vanish (Shhh...) Vault talk, no clearance Red beam, no panic Foreign parked, no damage She want love, I’m savage --- [Hook] Money in the vault, no bitch gon’ touch it. (Sealed tight) Foreign on the curb, no fucks, I clutch it. (Parked cold) Wifey in Chanel, no tags, I bust it. (Stamped in) Plates from Belize, no trace, I crush it. (Served raw) --- [Verse 1] I don’t flinch when the room get loud (Nah) I don’t blink when the beam get proud (Red dot) I don’t speak when the snakes get crowded (Shhh) I just slide when the fake get routed (Gone) I don’t beg for a seat at the table (Fuck that) I just build my own, no label (Independent) I don’t flex, I just count in silence (Stacks) I don’t stress, I just move in violence (Cold) She want truth, I just give her damage (Real) She want love, I just give her granite (Stone) I don’t fold, I just bend through pressure (Built for it) I don’t break, I just stretch the measure (Extended) (Yeah... vault mode) (Shhh... no echo) Red beam, no sermon—just closure --- [Hook – Repeat] Money in the vault, no bitch gon’ touch it. (Sealed tight) Foreign on the curb, no fucks, I clutch it. (Parked cold) Wifey in Chanel, no tags, I bust it. (Stamped in) Plates from Belize, no trace, I crush it. (Served raw) --- [Verse 2] I was broke, now I’m rich with a motive (Facts) Used to pray, now I move like I wrote it (Let’s go) Used to wait, now I’m first when they quote it (Pressure) Used to hurt, now I’m numb and devoted (Cold) I don’t chase, I just flip through the static (Slide) I don’t stress, I just count through the traffic (Zoom) I don’t beg, I just land every bracket (Bagged) I don’t talk, I just live through the racket (Real) Now the coupe got wings, and the crib got gates (Fly) Now the team got rings, and the ops got fate (Champions) Now the flow got bounce, and the pen got grace (Write that) Now the world get shook when I raise my face (Talk to ‘em) I was down bad, had to grind through the silence (Grind) Now I talk deals while I fly over islands (Private) Now I drop gems while they stuck in the mileage (Facts) Now I make plays while they stuck in the stylus (Playmaker) (Yeahhh... let’s go) (Pressure... no panic) Blue flame, no smoke—just damage --- [Hook – Final Drop] Money in the vault, no bitch gon’ touch it. (Sealed tight) Foreign on the curb, no fucks, I clutch it. (Parked cold) Wifey in Chanel, no tags, I bust it. (Stamped in) Plates from Belize, no trace, I crush it. (Served raw) © 2025 Crazynapz. All rights reserved. No part of this song, its lyrics, or composition may be reproduced, distributed, performed, or transmitted in any form or by any means without prior written permission from the copyright owner.
