"Detroit Beat" lyrics
(Yo, Marley, you made this?) Yeah
Bitch said she love me, I told her, "You can't get used to that unhappy lifestyle you livin', baby"
"Gotta come over here with the real money getters"
"The real money get- havers, you know?"
We really havin' this shit, you feel me? (Ooh, shit, what the fuck, Daniel?)
Like, l'll never understand why people like livin' an unhappy lifestyle, you know?
Like a fake story, like, like Toy Story, you feel me? (Bitch, bitch)
Fifty in my- yeah, ayy
Fifty in my left, fifty in my right
Fifty in my hand, fifty gone tonight
Spend a fifty on your head, get you gone tonight
Bitch, I want some drank, but I don't want no ice
Free my big bro, he comin' home tonight
Your bitch went to the club, she told you she ain't comin' home tonight
Feel like I was just a kid yesterday, I end up grown- damn
How the fuck I end up grown tonight?
I was drunk like, how the fuck did I get home tonight?
What if right was wrong, that would mean- damn, alright
What if right was wrong, that would mean wrong was right
I beat a nigga ass in ninth grade, that was my only fight
Bitch keep askin' what's my cologne price?
I paid a thousand dollars for this bottle, just left the club
I paid a thousand dollars for two bottles, ayy
We celebratin', I just popped a bottle
Do that mean that somebody fuck my bitch if I just drop the bottle?
I just drop the blunt, ooh
Like your pants fell to the ground, pick your pockets
I'm a guardian of the galaxy, I just pick Rocket up
Bitch don't top me down, you gotta top me up
Fuck the police, they tryna lock me up, ayy
The only time you'll see me cry is if I drop my cup
Stuffin' dog shit in my blue jeans, fuck my pockets up
She ask me, do I want some coochie? Naw, just top me up
Put an FRT on the Drac', this bitch'll stop a bus
Bitch pussy so good, she tryna- yeah
She tryna have my kid
I'm finna buy a V 'cause I just crashed the Benz
You lucky that I chose you, I could've had your friend
The way I'm always chillin' by myself, I must don't have no friends
He cut his phone off 'cause he ain't had no plan
I ain't go to football games 'cause I ain't had no band
Got a gun from the next generation, you never had a Gen
Niggas stuck at five thousand, you never had ten
I know I did some wrong, but I'm not bad, man
I'm not a badman
Tears fallin' out my eyes, but I ain't sad, man
I'm happy 'cause I got some shit I never had, man
Hmm, bitch take three steps back, I need some breathin' room
My new crib got nine beds, do you need a room?
I ain't bringin' no book in the studio, but I can read the room
Bitch said, "I'll see you later", I said, "See me soon", ayy
She sucked the skin off my- yeah, damn
Ooh, she sucked the skin off the D
My ho said she need some cash, I gave a ten to my bitch
I gave her ten bands
This ain't no- yeah
This ain't no family phone bill, but I got ten plans
No, I got six plans
No, I got big hands
I grip the coochie good, I got big hands
This bitch couldn't even take my dickhead
She got a small mouth, but got a big head
Bitch said she love me, I told her, "You can't get used to that unhappy lifestyle you livin', baby"
"Gotta come over here with the real money getters"
"The real money get- havers, you know?"
We really havin' this shit, you feel me? (Ooh, shit, what the fuck, Daniel?)
Like, l'll never understand why people like livin' an unhappy lifestyle, you know?
Like a fake story, like, like Toy Story, you feel me? (Bitch, bitch)
Fifty in my- yeah, ayy
Fifty in my left, fifty in my right
Fifty in my hand, fifty gone tonight
Spend a fifty on your head, get you gone tonight
Bitch, I want some drank, but I don't want no ice
Free my big bro, he comin' home tonight
Your bitch went to the club, she told you she ain't comin' home tonight
Feel like I was just a kid yesterday, I end up grown- damn
How the fuck I end up grown tonight?
I was drunk like, how the fuck did I get home tonight?
What if right was wrong, that would mean- damn, alright
What if right was wrong, that would mean wrong was right
I beat a nigga ass in ninth grade, that was my only fight
Bitch keep askin' what's my cologne price?
I paid a thousand dollars for this bottle, just left the club
I paid a thousand dollars for two bottles, ayy
We celebratin', I just popped a bottle
Do that mean that somebody fuck my bitch if I just drop the bottle?
I just drop the blunt, ooh
Like your pants fell to the ground, pick your pockets
I'm a guardian of the galaxy, I just pick Rocket up
Bitch don't top me down, you gotta top me up
Fuck the police, they tryna lock me up, ayy
The only time you'll see me cry is if I drop my cup
Stuffin' dog shit in my blue jeans, fuck my pockets up
She ask me, do I want some coochie? Naw, just top me up
Put an FRT on the Drac', this bitch'll stop a bus
Bitch pussy so good, she tryna- yeah
She tryna have my kid
I'm finna buy a V 'cause I just crashed the Benz
You lucky that I chose you, I could've had your friend
The way I'm always chillin' by myself, I must don't have no friends
He cut his phone off 'cause he ain't had no plan
I ain't go to football games 'cause I ain't had no band
Got a gun from the next generation, you never had a Gen
Niggas stuck at five thousand, you never had ten
I know I did some wrong, but I'm not bad, man
I'm not a badman
Tears fallin' out my eyes, but I ain't sad, man
I'm happy 'cause I got some shit I never had, man
Hmm, bitch take three steps back, I need some breathin' room
My new crib got nine beds, do you need a room?
I ain't bringin' no book in the studio, but I can read the room
Bitch said, "I'll see you later", I said, "See me soon", ayy
She sucked the skin off my- yeah, damn
Ooh, she sucked the skin off the D
My ho said she need some cash, I gave a ten to my bitch
I gave her ten bands
This ain't no- yeah
This ain't no family phone bill, but I got ten plans
No, I got six plans
No, I got big hands
I grip the coochie good, I got big hands
This bitch couldn't even take my dickhead
She got a small mouth, but got a big head
