Detroit Playa lyrics

[Intro]
Huh?
(Okay Jones)
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[Verse]
I get real money, these n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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 b*tch, I got a froze wrist
That boy cannot compete with me, he ain't sold sh*t
A hundred-thousand-dollar kit, I bought my own sh*t
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 n*ggas on the news, no kizzy
I don't fake kick it with no n*gga, don't care who he is
Started with a zip of dope, I turned that to a bid
A lot of n*ggas tough until they gotta do a bid
Catch a n*gga out and put a bullet through his lid
All my b*tches pretty, thicker than Tahiri, huh?
Audemars Piguet, all my pants Mike Amiri
I was done rappin', my young n*ggas say they wanna hear me
Don't hang with a lot of rappers, real street n*ggas 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
b*tch snatcher, lil' boy, I'm takin' your b*tch if I like her
To the mall, buy her somethin' that you can't afford to buy her
Real city n*gga, that's just how them boys raised
Add some more diamonds to my neck when that pressure on
All my b*tches bad as f*ck, I ain't hittin' regular hoes
b*tches ratted out, n*ggas 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 b*tches, out of town b*tches leave me 'lone
Young n*gga, I like all my hoes grown
[Outro]
(Okay Jones)