Detroit Flow*

Lyrics

[Chorus] Yeah, going in for the win I just made a big bag, I'm finna do it again Yeah, I used to catch rides, now it's brand new Benz I just hopped up in the foreign, now I'm going through it I just got a bankroll, they weren't where I've been I told this bitch, "Fuck your feelings, tryna fuck your friend." I smoke dope like I'm the Snoop, but I don't sip no Jin Yeah, I'mma hustle, I'mma get it till I'm buried in [Verse] Came in the game killin' shit – Jeremy Lin Yeah, I'm a real trap nigga, stacking [?] Smoking on some za, get high like [?] Any diamonds on my neck fight – Jackie Chan I do what I wanna do – motherfuck your plan On the beach, nigga, I can sell shells and sand I can sell water too, if fish and rocks start ends And I can sell a bitch right back to her man 30 on my waist, and that's the size of my pants I can't hang with none of them niggas, 'cause they ain't my clan And I can't trust these bitches, but be trust my men They like: "Glock, what you doing?" – Shit, going in [Chorus] Yeah, going in for the win I just made a big bag, I'm finna do it again Yeah, I used to catch rides, now it's brand new Benz I just hopped up in the foreign, now I'm going through it I just got a bankroll, they weren't where I've been I told this bitch, "Fuck your feelings, tryna fuck your friend." I smoke dope like I'm the Snoop, but I don't sip no Jin Yeah, I'mma hustle, I'mma get it till I'm buried in