Get Bread

Lyrics

[Intro] Detroit Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (C'mon, c'mon) Everybody get the bread (C'mon, c'mon) Where you at? Where you at? Get bread Where you at? Where you at? Get bread Detroit, Detroit, get bread [Verse 1] They knew Trick was coming through to smash the haters and the bustas Detroit players, baby, natural born hustlers Gettin' bread from Jefferson, 'til the end of bright mode (Woo) Got [?] sold up, now how ya like those? We done trained everything from G's to hot lead We can tell when a boss fled, gettin' that bread Cartier wrist wear, hold it down to the socks Plus I'm bricked down the middle, take a home girl shopping And the hood-rats love everything we do They ain't trippin' on you partner, 'cause they gettin' bread too This the thief, lil' boy, they ain't checkin' for flip They checkin' for Trick Trick, so you can say they're trippin' I ain't gon' front, we the hottest bang loose with the choppa Ain't no city gettin' bread like mine, not ne'er, nada Bring your spot work and broke ass head, get ran outta Detroit, you can't set up shop and get mad dollars [Chorus] To all my thugs in the club, get the bread The five tenets of the law, get the bread Girls shaking that thang, get' bread Go, swinging that chain, get the bread The DJ spinnin' nines, get the bread Boy pushin' that pie, get the bread Got a knot from the block, get the bread Got the spot, we go hard, get the bread Talkin' 'bout [Verse 2] Frosty face on the watch, got birked Call it frosty flakes, see it shine boy Gotta be a boss to play I ain't lyin', I been flyin' all 'cross the way Tryna drop that ticket, y'all ain't ready for this I can hit it with a big and get twenty for this This that game where the real hitters study for this Got the young boys actin' real nutty for this Bring it down some, pimpin', when the time is right You and the boys get together, we gon' ride tonight I know a hitter with a hundred gettin' high tonight We got a dime, we gon' pull him to the side tonight So we live now, baby, so it's time to play [?] doing damn lit, too big, sedate Ain't so, man wait through, that's the way Flush it down and all [?], wooh, washin' the paint Now we gettin' that drank [Chorus] To all my thugs in the club, get the bread The five tenets of the law, get the bread Girls shaking that thang, get' bread Go, swinging that chain, get the bread The DJ spinnin' nines, get the bread Boy pushin' that pie, get the bread Got a knot from the block, get the bread Got the spot, we go hard, get the bread Talkin' 'bout [Verse 3] I went from county jail to makin' million dollar figures Then partnered with Wonder Boy, so the budget got bigger Still live in the city drivin' hundred-thousand dollar cars Conversation with the mobs, they ridin' with firearms I'm a boss, know this, it's been that way Like pop up before the sunrise, to get that pay I'm making power moves, the kind you haters dream about I make Alejandro Sosa look like Nino Brown This ain't no minor league home boy, you're dealin' with a major I been puttin' this work down since [?] made pagers It ain't hard to get a sit down, to try to connect Write a rhyme, produce some beats, and sign the cheques I got a team of big fellas, when it's time to collect I got a bank that I gotta protect, a whole city that'll break yo neck Knock them lames that be sittin' with feds But the real hitters gettin' their bread [Chorus] To all my thugs in the club, get the bread The five tenets of the law, get the bread Girls shaking that thang, get' bread Go, swinging that chain, get the bread The DJ spinnin' nines, get the bread Boy pushin' that pie, get the bread Got a knot from the block, get the bread Got the spot, we go hard, get the bread Talkin' 'bout