gettin' dough - detroit l-o lyrics
[intro]
you know this raw sh*t n*gga (it’s that raw sh*t)
and it’s gon forever be that way
gold bottle team forever dawg
detroit, what up
[hook]
riding with a chick, with her friend right beside her
with her cousin in the passenger, her sister be the driver
imma smash, but imma take her to the tel if i don’t like her
remy chased with arizona, i don’t do no apple cider
i don’t tellem i’m a rider cuz they already know
make a couple dollars, then i go and do a show
detroit, 4*1, b*tch we bout our dough
liveraw gold bottle team gettin dough
[verse 1: detroit l*o]
i dunk hoes, like slam jam, i stay balling, nba jam
then i’m pointing at em’ like uncle sam
money in a jar like jelly jam
n*ggas mad i don’t f*ck with them, then obviously i don’t know you fam
pick her up like a own a truck, so i can take her just to get rammed
you belong on my table during thanksgiving n*gga you a f*cking ham
right next to the string beans and the macaroni and the candied yams
girlfriend added to the feast, so i asked big cuz to pass her ass
l*o bro, the generous butcher how i quickly front yo girl the slab
h*ll naw, you can’t rush art, so i’m going into micheal jackson mode
celebrate with a wild night at a hotel like russel crowe
on a mission, imma let her know that i ain’t got time to play around
i ain’t leaving out the dentist when i tell you b*tch n*ggas that i got the crown
give me a knife cuz i’m k!llin em’, ziploc it up cause i’m sealing em’
tucking yo girl, i’m f*cking yo girl, it’s f*ck the free world like eminem
balling and slamming and cooking and scoring, but i do not have to be in the gym
she do not have to be touching a n*gga for her to say “d*mn i am feeling him”
[hook]
riding with a chick, with her friend right beside her
with her cousin in the passenger, her sister be the driver
imma smash, but imma take her to the tel if i don’t like her
remy chased with arizona, i don’t do no apple cider
i don’t tellem i’m a rider cuz they already know
make a couple dollars, then i go and do a show
detroit, 4*1, b*tch we bout our dough
liveraw gold bottle team gettin dough
[verse 2: easy dae]
get ready, time to make a muf*ckin’ change
procrastinating for weeks, that’s why y’all still in the same
predicament, i quit this sh*t, so now i’m bout to get it
flow so bananas on the beat, watch monkeys try to peel it
apart, i got that hidden spark
to help whoever wanna see they past here in the dark
follow me, hennessey, and bring that beast out me
if you don’t know my name by now, just call me d.a.e
it’s easy
liveraw is my crew and i just want you to know that
y’all can have the fame, the dough is what i’m coming at
i even think about it, i can’t even spell slack
my bros always right behind me, so i know they got my back
that rodeo & 5th is what i’m really aiming at
for my moms, my grandma and my whole family tree
say they looking for a savior and they all pointing at me
for you people out there listening, please do not go to sleep
i’m importing furs on that mink, learn to swim so i’ll go deep
see my mind’s full of gold, so you know i’m not cheap
they asked how far will i go, i said real f*cking steep
they asked how far will i go, i said real f*cking steep n*gga
[interlude: detroit l*o]
oh yeaaa, my n*gga easy dae had to rip that b*tch for y’all
aye, now i’m bouta have my n*gga ishaan ishaan come up in this b*tch real quick man
had to holla at y’all real quick n*gga
aye, let these n*ggas know something
[verse 3: ishaan the rit god]
b*tch, i’m micheal jackson, y’all tito and jermaine
b*tches watch us ball like they got tickets to the game
mood ring kush, smoke it, watch the colors change
you can call me spider*man cause i’m in love with mary jane
if you buy gifts for a sl*t you’re a loser
she with me, i make her use her brain like a tutor
titties so big, she can get a job at hooters
she on my arm cause i got the charm like a jeweler
call me dwight howard cause i’m posted with the rockets
leave these haters hanging like sweaters in the closet
i got a n*gga from the block that shoot like jarrett jack
b*tch i keep it one on one like, just like flex and kyla pratt
we just f*cking, she just d*ck sucking, b*tch don’t call me bae
blazin’, b*tch i’m faded like the cut on penny hardaway
loading up the cans like i’m taking out the trash
b*tch i got a closer look just like a magnifying glass
[hook]
riding with a chick, with her friend right beside her
with her cousin in the passenger, her sister be the driver
imma smash, but imma take her to the tel if i don’t like her
remy chased with arizona, i don’t do no apple cider
i don’t tellem i’m a rider cuz they already know
make a couple dollars, then i go and do a show
detroit, 4*1, b*tch we bout our dough
liveraw gold bottle team gettin dough
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