SHHHHHH The Cool Kids (Ft. Z Money)

[Intro: Z Money]
Yeah

[Verse 1: Z Money]
Brand new V on twenty-threes
Walked through the 'jects, came out kinda flee
Take care of the paper and invest in a key
Lot of hundreds on me, got a whole lot of chi-chi
Lot of diamonds on me, told the jeweler man freeze me
Brick after brick, damn, the whole hood need me
Louis V 'fit, hit the scene with a bad bitch
Real trap nigga, now they got me on TV
Was a scammin' ass nigga gettin' rich off a tablet
Havoc, slidin' with them sticks automatic
Yeah, beat it down, bitch, like I'm daddy
On tour, still got dope in my cabin
Designer mix-match, go crazy with your fashion
Forty-two four, say hello to my passion
New drop cost two hundred, gotta dash it
Four hundred for the zip, that's all white ashes

[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]
Miss me like a wifey with the threats, pal
'Fore I turn your name to the next Pat
Off the top rope, fall, splash, ex-pat
Know I gotta get back (Yeah)
Lot of money in the backpack (Uh)
Lot of money in the backpack (Ah)
Doors open like a rat trap
And the GPS can't track that
They dead
I'm switchin' permissions
I'm switchin' the passwords on you niggas
Last words from you niggas
Laugh first on you niggas, burst on you niggas (Yeah)
We doin' division
That half and the quarter, that's different percentage (Wow)
We come with precision
We come with the scissors, we cuttin' you out