[Hook: Detroit L-O]
On the road to the riches but won't switch up the style
It ain't shit, couple minutes just to stack up a pile
You ain't fucking with that bitch, she got too many miles
Came up, counting bands, you a rich nigga now
Came up, counting bands, you a rich nigga now
Came up, counting bands, you a rich nigga now
On the road to the riches but won't switch up the style
Came up, counting bands, you a rich nigga now
[Verse 1: Detroit L-O]
You came up, now you a rich nigga but you still living in yo granny house
While you talking shit in city nigga, all the real hustlers steady getting out
Being hood rich out the window nigga, please get yo mind out the fucking box
Talking shit like you a made nigga, that small chain got a couple rocks
Niggas got a good 2 thou, talking like they got 6 figures
But it's niggas who ain't saying shit, those be the rеal rich niggas
Shouting out all the real niggas get thе bread, but never switch up
Other niggas run they lips up but them niggas can't put no chips up
Cho ass up, yo lifestyle is not what's up
I sip Clicquot out the bottle but yo punk ass use a cup
I'm just saying all that shit talking ain't really adding up
Don't be talking like a big dawg but you really is a pup
It's a couple focused niggas with priorities straight
When they see a opportunity they come out the gate
I know true 100 solid niggas really relate
Stack cheese, feed the fam, ain't no need for debate
[Hook: Detroit L-O]
On the road to the riches but won't switch up the style
It ain't shit, couple minutes just to stack up a pile
You ain't fucking with that bitch, she got too many miles
Came up, counting bands, you a rich nigga now
Came up, counting bands, you a rich nigga now
Came up, counting bands, you a rich nigga now
On the road to the riches but won't switch up the style
Came up, counting bands, you a rich nigga now
[Verse 2: Keimo Lottey]
I was sleeping on the flo, now I got shit on the flo
No i'm going with my flow, everybody wanna roll
I'll let the biscuit go, but i'm chasing chicken though
I'll let the biscuit go, but i'm chasing chicken though
Pick and roll, take it to the hole, take it to them hoes
Sipping lean, I be selling beans getting blue cheese
Smoke some trees, fuck with my team, boost yo self esteem
Get some cream, get some real cream, stop living a dream
[iShaan the Rit God]
Pockets stuffed like the bread crust on Dominos pizza
Screaming Hasta La Vista, balling like Trevor Ariza
Need my drawer full of ice like Joe Louis Arena
Talking, watch yo goofy ass get power bombed like Batista
And I smashed her, now she got a helmet on like the Oakland Raiders
Bitch ya'll only kicked it on the net like a soccer player
I'm a Wizard ball like Johnny Wall, score like Bradley Beal
She grabbed my cock then pulled it from the top like banana peels
[Hook: Detroit L-O]
On the road to the riches but won't switch up the style
It ain't shit, couple minutes just to stack up a pile
You ain't fucking with that bitch, she got too many miles
Came up, counting bands, you a rich nigga now
Came up, counting bands, you a rich nigga now
Came up, counting bands, you a rich nigga now
On the road to the riches but won't switch up the style
Came up, counting bands, you a rich nigga now
[Verse 3: Leonardo DoeVinci]
Came up counting bands, i'm a rich nigga now
I remember when they said I wouldn't be shit but down
With my dirty ass butt, I bet yo bitch wipe me down
I'm a smooth ass nigga when i'm sipping the crown
When i'm sober I be tripping like I slipped from a foul
You stupid niggas wanna beef, I got some shit for a cow
Red dot on yo cheeks, I got some shit for a clown
Clip looking like a smirk, I got some shit for a frown
On the road to the riches but won't switch up the style
It ain't shit, couple minutes just to stack up a pile
You ain't fucking with that bitch, she got too many miles
Came up, counting bands, you a rich nigga now
Came up, counting bands, you a rich nigga now
Came up, counting bands, you a rich nigga now
On the road to the riches but won't switch up the style
Came up, counting bands, you a rich nigga now
[Verse 1: Detroit L-O]
You came up, now you a rich nigga but you still living in yo granny house
While you talking shit in city nigga, all the real hustlers steady getting out
Being hood rich out the window nigga, please get yo mind out the fucking box
Talking shit like you a made nigga, that small chain got a couple rocks
Niggas got a good 2 thou, talking like they got 6 figures
But it's niggas who ain't saying shit, those be the rеal rich niggas
Shouting out all the real niggas get thе bread, but never switch up
Other niggas run they lips up but them niggas can't put no chips up
Cho ass up, yo lifestyle is not what's up
I sip Clicquot out the bottle but yo punk ass use a cup
I'm just saying all that shit talking ain't really adding up
Don't be talking like a big dawg but you really is a pup
It's a couple focused niggas with priorities straight
When they see a opportunity they come out the gate
I know true 100 solid niggas really relate
Stack cheese, feed the fam, ain't no need for debate
[Hook: Detroit L-O]
On the road to the riches but won't switch up the style
It ain't shit, couple minutes just to stack up a pile
You ain't fucking with that bitch, she got too many miles
Came up, counting bands, you a rich nigga now
Came up, counting bands, you a rich nigga now
Came up, counting bands, you a rich nigga now
On the road to the riches but won't switch up the style
Came up, counting bands, you a rich nigga now
[Verse 2: Keimo Lottey]
I was sleeping on the flo, now I got shit on the flo
No i'm going with my flow, everybody wanna roll
I'll let the biscuit go, but i'm chasing chicken though
I'll let the biscuit go, but i'm chasing chicken though
Pick and roll, take it to the hole, take it to them hoes
Sipping lean, I be selling beans getting blue cheese
Smoke some trees, fuck with my team, boost yo self esteem
Get some cream, get some real cream, stop living a dream
[iShaan the Rit God]
Pockets stuffed like the bread crust on Dominos pizza
Screaming Hasta La Vista, balling like Trevor Ariza
Need my drawer full of ice like Joe Louis Arena
Talking, watch yo goofy ass get power bombed like Batista
And I smashed her, now she got a helmet on like the Oakland Raiders
Bitch ya'll only kicked it on the net like a soccer player
I'm a Wizard ball like Johnny Wall, score like Bradley Beal
She grabbed my cock then pulled it from the top like banana peels
[Hook: Detroit L-O]
On the road to the riches but won't switch up the style
It ain't shit, couple minutes just to stack up a pile
You ain't fucking with that bitch, she got too many miles
Came up, counting bands, you a rich nigga now
Came up, counting bands, you a rich nigga now
Came up, counting bands, you a rich nigga now
On the road to the riches but won't switch up the style
Came up, counting bands, you a rich nigga now
[Verse 3: Leonardo DoeVinci]
Came up counting bands, i'm a rich nigga now
I remember when they said I wouldn't be shit but down
With my dirty ass butt, I bet yo bitch wipe me down
I'm a smooth ass nigga when i'm sipping the crown
When i'm sober I be tripping like I slipped from a foul
You stupid niggas wanna beef, I got some shit for a cow
Red dot on yo cheeks, I got some shit for a clown
Clip looking like a smirk, I got some shit for a frown
( Detroit L-O )
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