"Detroit Flow" lyrics

[Spinabenz:]
Nine is on the sign (Alright)
Until the nine is on the sign (Fuck it, turn it up, Cashyy)
You know? Hmm
I can't take niggas serious like these hoes
These niggas all gay, we all straight
We all paid, ayy

I could tell you goin' broke, nigga
Everybody laughin' at you, you a joke, nigga
I get paid to rap, I get a— for a show
My lil' nigga still fuckin' with them 'bows on the low, nigga
I guess your loan money runnin' out
Nigga, I get paid just to talk, so I don't see a drought
Better watch what you say when you talk, can get shot in the mouth
Nigga, I rock chains like a slave, but I work for I (Grrah, bah, brrah)
Okay, Saks Fifth shoppin'
Eight fifty on the Off-White, hot top, okay
What I spent on weed today, I should've bought a Glock
Tryna say fuck you in a better way, kick rocks
Bitch, stop, tick tock (Ayy, okay)
Chopper time, tornado kid to the rescue
Twenty bands for one, you get fifty if you catch two
I just bought some shit so big, could shoot straight through a vestibule
Had to ball with that chopper, shot him in his testicles (Shit, shit)
Somebody get a toilet
I would say drop a bag, but you probably can't afford it
Broke nigga tryna lease, don't got a grind, I can't support it
Your girl probably the man of the house, Norbit
Ooh, she let me put it in her mouth, Orbit
Youngin gettin' blues in a drought, Corbin
Shorty, you the one, let's go to Washington, Georgia
Chain got these motherfuckers drownin', water

[Whoppa Wit Da Choppa:]
Steppin' on these niggas in some kicks that they ain't heard of
He bustin' off a bean, my dog on lean, he like a turtle
Ayy, I bang the B's for Bink and got two guns 'cause I murder (Bink Gang)
Wish a nigga play with me, bitch, on my son, I'ma hurt him (Rrrt)
I don't trick, bitch, but I might buy a ho somethin'
Ain't payin' your whole rent, but I might give a bitch like four hundred
Ayy, lil' bitch ain't used to shit, she ain't got no money (Broke bitch)
All that beggin', ho, you need to start a GoFundMe
On the floor reckless, ho, we can sign your baby daddy
Your friend don't like me 'cause lil' gang smoked her baby daddy
Why you bring that bitch 'round anyway? She tryna get the addy
Why you bring the bitch 'round anyway? Ain't tryna let me stab it (Lil' bitch)
Ayy, bitch, this the fuck house (Ayy, bitch)
You ain't gon' suck it 'til I nut, then lil' bitch, get the fuck out (Bye)
What the fuck you mean your jaws tired?
You said don't nut in your mouth? Well, look here, bitch, nut in your eyes

For real man, don't, don't come over here with that shit (Shit)
If you, if you wanna talk and all that shit, bitch, I am not Tevin Campbell (Think I'm a therapist, nigga)
This the fuckin' house, we is not playin' (I'm Whoppa Wit Da Choppa)
Can we ta—