Detroit

Wine on fabric, I left it in corduroy, she asked me if I’m from Detroit
On her back, I had a koi fish, I got more curves than Floyd
She says: Why so much money?, it’s already 2 mil and I’m not playing wingman
I give her a kiss, I say I love you, but I love the money more, the Range

Don’t freak out if we sound like bang bang, I gotta pay for my chain
All my crew greets you like gang gang, the bills with Ben’s face
Don’t freak out if we sound like bang bang, I gotta pay for my chain
All my crew greets you like gang gang, the bills with Ben’s face

To the fakes, I want them far away, if they cross me, they turn around and runaway
I don’t need white to be away, always on a Saturday, I’m gonna buy the 'nade
So much shine from the precious stone, I earned it and it wasn’t small change
I got respect like Delaossa, now your girl wants to be my wife
You think this is easy, babe, we made it out of the crisis
Always Cali Kush like De La Geezy
She asked me to put her in Pisces, and I asked her to wear the Yeezys
Take the milk and skip the syrup, she knows she’s with the one who knows
The high and the low, a fan who wants me to record her

Don’t freak out if we sound like bang bang, I gotta pay for my chain
All my crew greets you like gang gang, the bills with Ben’s face
Don’t freak out if we sound like bang bang, I gotta pay for my chain
All my crew greets you like gang gang, the bills with Ben’s face

None of this came free to me, I won’t die without a Maserati
I cash out in Miami, I spend it on capi
They get violent, I send a pack
The retro matches the tactical vest
The car and the micky, both automatic
Everything’s stored in the attic
And if you mess with me, you’ll end up in a plastic bag

Ye-yeah, yeah
You know who it is, yeah
E-e-e-el who teaches you to float, bitch
The daddy of all of you, ha, ha
Wait, class is over
And don’t freak out if we sound like bang bang