Lyrics Detroit Flow, Pt. 1 - Yung Rani

Aye check this out
Yeah
Throw them numbers my way ima pull up with the stat sheet
Blonde bitch, nice rack, lil nasty
Plotting schemes wearing suites, try to keep it classy
Keep the beat coming in its just something bout' them fast beats
New hundred dollar bills really working wonders on em'
If he can cop the same price then I don't want em'
Broski go consult em'
Aye
Aye
Yeah my brody gone confront him, we gone work it out
I ain't hit her back in weeks like we ain't working out
Why the doors open backwards when I'm hopping out
Boy I'm never home, prolly turning up at shawty's house
Wore the same sneaks, new bitch, same seats when we getting down
You're right, I was never in the game I was sitting out
But I bet my hands in it
Yeah I like veggies, well most of em' spinach
When I'm riding in a coupe when it's sunny I don't like no ceiling
I need a bad bitch when I'm chilling
18 looking like I sell dope, cause I really made a killing
I can't drink it all, keep sipping
Every time they hope I fall I pray to God I keep winning, yeah
Shut it off then bring it back
Fuck a scat I want the cat
I got tired of seeing green, told the dealer paint it black
Boy you crack me up, make me laugh
They need assistance
One step ahead I went and got an assistant
My vacation coming up but I ain't make a decision
I told em' it's for pleasure but I'm handling business
I was never into school but I'm paid and they pay me attention
I'm just happy that I'm in this position
I talk my shit I developed a sickness
I say a sentence that I wrote and they listen
How the fuck I'm bout to fail when I'm just happy I'm living
Yeah, aye
I'm just happy I'm living
How the fuck I'm bout to fail when I'm just happy I'm living