Lyrics

[Intro] [?] [Verse 1] Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop Be the last thing you hear before your heartbeat stop Catch me banging this down your block Your girl looking at me like she wanna give me top Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop If you think you're fuckin' with me, boy, you are not Got, got, got, got, got, got, got Got too much money to be sittin' in a spot Fuck a trap, fuck a plot Fuck the cops, fuck you thought No, no, no, no, no, no, no No love don't live here no more So, so, so, so, so, so, so If you don't work, can't get no dough Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh boy, this my B boy flow Get, get, get, get, get, get paid But the police will bust through the door on a raid Boss up and get this money I'm from Detroit Icewood Blade Get, get, get, get, get, get, get gwap On my [?] shit like Street Lord Yacht More money, more money, more money, more I'm a cheddar boy, baby, and that's for sure [Chorus] Woke up quick 'Cause I'm from Motown If you don't stop frontin' 'Cause I'm from Motown [?] 'Cause I'm from Motown [?] hold it now 'Cause I'm from Motown [?] wanna quit, niggas be sick 'Cause it's bitches on my dick 'Cause I'm from Motown [?] hit me Party people 'Cause I'm from Motown [Verse 2] Knocking suckers out with me, niggas can't creep me I'm east side like Malik [?] If you ask me how long I'll be getting money, all my life If they ask you, you would say briefly Pockets getting bigger, keep your finger on the trigger When you're getting this paper, gotta stay away from niggas I ain't trying to tell you something that you already know Just speaking on real shit, and here's how it go Rolling in a drop top, system on knock knock Straight out the red zone, that's where they pop shots Chalk on the ground, not from kids playing hop scotch Number one assassin killers wanna be the top notch Guns at the pawn shop, guns for sale Either you going to Hell or you going to jail Niggas I know graduated from Yale Been getting bread so long it's stale How much is your life worth? Watch when the guns burst You can die and only spit one verse Niggas still hating since my first shit dropped I don't give a fuck, I'ma still get gwap Ain't no friends wanna cover these ends Fuck with these thoughts, get your bank account cleansed Looking at the world through a Cartier lens I don't give a fuck now, I ain't give a fuck then [Chorus] Woke up quick 'Cause I'm from Motown If you don't stop frontin' 'Cause I'm from Motown [?] 'Cause I'm from Motown [?] hold it now 'Cause I'm from Motown [?] wanna quit, niggas be sick 'Cause it's bitches on my dick 'Cause I'm from Motown [?] hit me Party people 'Cause I'm from Motown [Outro] That was fresh, good That was fresh Good, good, good, good, good, good That was fresh Oh my God (Oh no) Oh my God (Oh no) Oh my God Oh my God, is he nuts? Seven, seven Seven, seven Oh my God Is he nuts? Darling, come here Fuck me up the- Watch your mouth Watch your mouth Darling, come here Fuck me up the- Watch your mouth Watch your mouth