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Tonite
8
Hip-Hop/Rap
Tonite was released on July 9, 2026 by Wreckshop Records & Quiet Money Records as a part of the album Million $ Dot
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Release DateJuly 9, 2026
LabelWreckshop Records & Quiet Money Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quiet Money Dot
Quiet Money Dot
Performer
Twisted Black
Twisted Black
Performer
Dredd
Dredd
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keefe Eric Hall
Keefe Eric Hall
Lyrics
Tommy Burns
Tommy Burns
Lyrics
LaDamion Redrick
LaDamion Redrick
Lyrics
Marcus Sam
Marcus Sam
Composer

Lyrics

Flippin' one deep while I dump me a deuce
I put my all in this here shit and **** you feel the proof
Too many nights I was strugglin' just tryna make it through
Now I be ballin' daily with somethin' bad
No more rainy days 'cause these pockets blue
Still'll hit a lick **** just to feed the family
Broke street ain't dirt tryna go back so
I pray for balance and real around me
No give a damn 'cause I just keep on pushin'
Ridin' through the city plottin' on a million
Was down now I'm strictly on business
I'm just ridin' through the city tryna plot up on a million
All my diamonds change colors like they clique with chameleons
And I just got a pound 'bout to smoke a Cory Dillon
Got my gang from Cullen Park trappin' third story buildings
Civilians, stay up out my way 'cause I'm a criminal
My cup full of Quate when I'm high I'm in my pinnacle
Real dope boys know them rental cars tenable
I be out of town with a broad that's dependable
Seminal, tonight I got that red lookin' wine
My **** Pook lost his life before the feds took him down
On the cool I kinda wish he would've signed for his time
I ain't wishin' jail on him but at least he wouldn't have died
Bitch he died
Flippin' one deep while I dump me a deuce
I put my all in this here shit and **** you feel the proof
Too many nights I was strugglin' just tryna make it through
Now I be ballin' daily with somethin' bad
No more rainy days 'cause these pockets blue
Still'll hit a lick **** just to feed the family
Broke street ain't dirt tryna go back so
I pray for balance and real around me
No give a damn 'cause I just keep on pushin'
Ridin' through the city plottin' on a million
Was down now I'm strictly on business
I ain't even got to tell you that I'm in somethin' foreign
Top behind my head I'm playin' Dotish me and Baby blowin'
She like 5'10" I'm finna take it on but she ain't knowin'
Houston clutchin' the pistol on the cool I'm probably bein' knowin'
I'm feelin' good hoppin' out the feds like two years
Get it nonstop since I touched down with my two gears
Life done got blurry now, neck got a flurry now
Fried chicken **** I just mix mine with the curry now
You **** hatin' on me on the net but I just block 'em out
Throw some money on 'em make my skin thick as a crocodile
See I done been some dark places that I don't always talk about
Anything resemble hate them late nights I just cough it out
Flippin' one deep while I dump me a deuce
I put my all in this here shit and **** you feel the proof
Too many nights I was strugglin' just tryna make it through
Now I be ballin' daily with somethin' bad
No more rainy days 'cause these pockets blue
Still'll hit a lick **** just to feed the family
Broke street ain't dirt tryna go back so
I pray for balance and real around me
No give a damn 'cause I just keep on pushin'
Ridin' through the city plottin' on a million
Was down now I'm strictly on business
Written by: Keefe Eric Hall, LaDamion Redrick, Marcus Sam, Tommy Burns
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