[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

[Chorus]

To all my thugs in the club, get the bread

The five tenets of the law, get the bread

Girls shaking that thang, get' bread

Go, swinging that chain, get the bread

The DJ spinnin' nines, get the bread

Boy pushin' that pie, get the bread

Got a knot from the block, get the bread

Got the spot, we go hard, get the bread

Talkin' 'bout

[Verse 2]

Frosty face on the watch, got birked

Call it frosty flakes, see it shine boy

Gotta be a boss to play

I ain't lyin', I been flyin' all 'cross the way

Tryna drop that ticket, y'all ain't ready for this

I can hit it with a big and get twenty for this

This that game where the real hitters study for this

Got the young boys actin' real nutty for this

Bring it down some, pimpin', when the time is right

You and the boys get together, we gon' ride tonight

I know a hitter with a hundred gettin' high tonight

We got a dime, we gon' pull him to the side tonight

So we live now, baby, so it's time to play

[?] doing damn lit, too big, sedate

Ain't so, man wait through, that's the way

Flush it down and all [?], wooh, washin' the paint

Now we gettin' that drank

[Chorus]

To all my thugs in the club, get the bread

The five tenets of the law, get the bread

Girls shaking that thang, get' bread

Go, swinging that chain, get the bread

The DJ spinnin' nines, get the bread

Boy pushin' that pie, get the bread

Got a knot from the block, get the bread

Got the spot, we go hard, get the bread

Talkin' 'bout

[Verse 3]

I went from county jail to makin' million dollar figures

Then partnered with Wonder Boy, so the budget got bigger

Still live in the city drivin' hundred-thousand dollar cars

Conversation with the mobs, they ridin' with firearms

I'm a boss, know this, it's been that way

Like pop up before the sunrise, to get that pay

I'm making power moves, the kind you haters dream about

I make Alejandro Sosa look like Nino Brown

This ain't no minor league home boy, you're dealin' with a major

I been puttin' this work down since [?] made pagers

It ain't hard to get a sit down, to try to connect

Write a rhyme, produce some beats, and sign the cheques

I got a team of big fellas, when it's time to collect

I got a bank that I gotta protect, a whole city that'll break yo neck

Knock them lames that be sittin' with feds

But the real hitters gettin' their bread

[Chorus]

To all my thugs in the club, get the bread

The five tenets of the law, get the bread

Girls shaking that thang, get' bread

Go, swinging that chain, get the bread

The DJ spinnin' nines, get the bread

Boy pushin' that pie, get the bread

Got a knot from the block, get the bread

Got the spot, we go hard, get the bread

Talkin' 'bout