Detriot Flow ft. LenBenoit Lyrics

Hey Len, I don't think they're ready for this one

We still steppin' on niggas, We still on niggas' ass

And if you thought it was over, Better go run you a check up my nigga

Yeah, man I still got to run up a check .

Man I still got run up a check

Man I ain't even break sweat, niggas talk crazy and I fuck around, break his neck

I do a move on a hoe, like I'm DMX

I do a move on a hoe, like I'm Triple X

Damn, I mean Triple H

You can't kick it if your ass really fake, wait

Shout out to Cooks, cause he call me Mini Drake, wait

I got a Mini Drac, drop to many tapes

Niggas really high off vape, that's a crazy damn place, hey

Hey, why you ain't let the beat breathe, bro

Ha, ha, ha, ha

Sick, sick, sick

Okay

Brody from Atlanta and he stay with that clip on

I fuck a bitch then I dip, call it slip on

I change hoes like my ringtone

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

But I'm standing on a mountain, that's a climbing right at

Count my money and I count it right back

Had to slide on a hoe like Snapchat

Didn't know her name, so I had to turn the name to hashtag

They didn't even know I was blessing like a rocket

What

They didn't even know I had this in my pocket

They didn't even know I was going up

Man up, man up, man up, man up

But I fade away, like Kobe on these hoes

Then I fade away, like a ghost on these hoes

Like a ghost on these hoes

And then I fade away

Okay, let me start this bitch

Like I'm Kobe on these hoes

I might be Jordan if I'm at the free throw

I might be Jordan if I'm going to the paint

But I'm Scottie when I get the ball at the free throw

Nigga tied down, yeah, that shotgun free throw

You need a bad bitch skinny hoe, yeah, a freak hoe

Don't give a fuck about your paper, nigga, what you made

Man 7 it's been a duo, nigga, since the seventh grade

Bitch, try and talk to me now, bitch, you should've stayed

I got everybody in this world, yeah, make mistakes

But it's Detroit flow, need a Detroit hoe

I need a bad ass hoe that can't dethrone

Boy, I'm throwing up the 4s, my team be throwing up them fours

But she hate me

Bad ass, I want to have my baby

Just pay me

Don't want to talk, lil' hoe, just pay me

Feeling a little weird, lil' bitch, just pay me

Niggas really hoes, acting bitches, yeah, they shady

Ballin', nigga, T-Mac, yeah, McGrady

Ballin' like McGrady, I don't need a lot of time

You got 13 seconds in and out on the dime

Told that hoe I can make time

No trouble winning O.T. on the faceline

This the money run

My money been running since the sun been up

Up, up, up, up

Money been running since the sun been up