Nah, we don’t count money. We weigh it. No frontin’. No cappin’. Just stacks and straps. Let’s go. ⸻ (Verse 1) Came up where the rats don’t sleep, Where the weak get preyed on, six feet deep. Moved weight out the trunk, no gym talk, Silencer on, make the .40 let the wind talk. Money in duffles, guns in the walls, Run up wrong—your fam get the calls. Ain’t no peace signs, just ski masks and triggers, Circle full of killers, not TikTok figures. Wrist icy, heart cold, mind savage, Whole block owe me, I collect like taxes. DEA watchin’ but I move like mist, Talkin’ codes on the line—ain’t nothin’ in text. ⸻ (Hook) Fat stacks, black MACs, no witnesses, Blood on my money, no innocence. Whole life been a war for the dividends, If I said I’d die broke? That was ignorance. Fat stacks, black MACs, no witnesses, Move like ghosts—no fingerprints. Grew from the dirt where the killers live, And I still ride strapped like a syndicate. ⸻ (Verse 2) Red dot on your chain if you flex too loud, I done earned every scar, I don’t blend with the crowd. Crib got vault doors, whips got pipes, Pull a M in a week off scams and white. Ain’t no peace treaty, this the real zone, Where they wire your homie, put taps in your phone. I don’t need rap, I trap for sport, Fed case on the judge, got it tossed in court. Black Benz ridin’ slow like a hearse do, Still got connects in the dirt and the church too. I don’t fear death—I just count time, Build my throne from the bodies I left behind. ⸻ (Hook) Fat stacks, black MACs, no witnesses, Blood on my money, no innocence. Whole life been a war for the dividends, If I said I’d die broke? That was ignorance. Fat stacks, black MACs, no witnesses, Move like ghosts—no fingerprints. Grew from the dirt where the killers live, And I still ride strapped like a syndicate. ⸻ (Outro – whispered) No mercy. No witness. All money… all mine. We don’t retire. We vanish.
