Get Bread Trick Trick

[Intro]
Detroit
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (C'mon, c'mon)
Everybody get the bread (C'mon, c'mon)
Where you at? Where you at? Get bread
Where you at? Where you at? Get bread
Detroit, Detroit, get bread

[Verse 1]
They knew Trick was coming through to smash the haters and the bustas
Detroit players, baby, natural born hustlers
Gettin' bread from Jefferson, 'til the end of bright mode (Woo)
Got [?] sold up, now how ya like those?
We done trained everything from G's to hot lead
We can tell when a boss fled, gettin' that bread
Cartier wrist wear, hold it down to the socks
Plus I'm bricked down the middle, take a home girl shopping
And the hood-rats love everything we do
They ain't trippin' on you partner, 'cause they gettin' bread too
This the thief, lil' boy, they ain't checkin' for flip
They checkin' for Trick Trick, so you can say they're trippin'
I ain't gon' front, we the hottest bang loose with the choppa
Ain't no city gettin' bread like mine, not ne'er, nada
Bring your spot work and broke ass head, get ran outta
Detroit, you can't set up shop and get mad dollars