Detroit Playa

Lyrics

[Intro] Huh? (Okay Jones) Huh? [Verse] I get real money, these niggas gon' kill for me My daddy sold dope, my auntie was a real junkie If I want, I'll take it, ain't gon' steal nothin' The music make the pill money look like deal money I know if niggas sin for me, we gon' win somethin' She gon' treat you like a lame if you don't spin nothin' Me and brother split it fifty-fifty, we gon' get money The first fiend I OD'd gave me a sick stomach I got a cold bitch, I got a froze wrist That boy cannot compete with me, he ain't sold shit A hundred-thousand-dollar kit, I bought my own shit I got 'bows in, it look likе I sold bricks I got a fetish for fashion, Prada my shoes If you snitch, get your rat ass blickеd, you know the rules R.I.P. to Nip, I got a pocket full of blues Play with us and put niggas on the news, no kizzy I don't fake kick it with no nigga, don't care who he is Started with a zip of dope, I turned that to a bid A lot of niggas tough until they gotta do a bid Catch a nigga out and put a bullet through his lid All my bitches pretty, thicker than Tahiri, huh? Audemars Piguet, all my pants Mike Amiri I was done rappin', my young niggas say they wanna hear me Don't hang with a lot of rappers, real street niggas only Leave the studio at two o'clock and pull up to the Coney I know real tweakers, they'll run up on you for your Rollie I provide the guns for the slide, they come with the stollie Huh? Huh? Nowadays, we call 'em strikers Backwoods, '42, and fried chicken in my rider Bitch snatcher, lil' boy, I'm takin' your bitch if I like her To the mall, buy her somethin' that you can't afford to buy her Real city nigga, that's just how them boys raised Add some more diamonds to my neck when that pressure on All my bitches bad as fuck, I ain't hittin' regular hoes Bitches ratted out, niggas rats, where is pest control? Open up a stadium when I point the blicky at his dome I don't like out of town, I'm only comfortable at home If I start robbin' these outsiders, I'd be wrong I like city bitches, out of town bitches leave me 'lone Young nigga, I like all my hoes grown [Outro] (Okay Jones)