I'm from Detroit so you already know what's up then I don't care how you get yo' money cause I'm plugged in By any means necessary, nigga, just win I was down 120, now I'm up a buck ten I owe you, it's only us I put my trust in Fuck friends, I don't get none But my shotgun cause this just fam So better click in, on 6 Mile, I'm the brick man My sink bowl like a sinkhole And it's going down, bitch, quicksand Air bending with them hair triggers, give you split ends When I burn 'em out I ain't worried bout No couple thou' 'cause I get bands So bitch, dance cause I'm tippin', basketballin', Big Ten I'm tryna slam and get a private dance She actin' like she don't give head Bitch, quit playin', all I got is dick and Some big bread and I'm fresh out But you could put your mouth on my dick head I'm good on my feet but I'm even better in bed My left pocket got a fish head And my right pocket by the ten spread While niggas out here tryna act like they doing some I ain't gotta rap, I'mma do numbers Crunchin' Crunchin' Crunchin' Crunchin' Crunchin' Crunchin' Crunchin' Crunchin' Cause my trap slap, and my hood bumpin' Got the spot jam-packed and the club jumpin' Crunchin' Crunchin' Crunchin' Crunchin' Crunchin' Crunchin' Crunchin' I-I-I ain't gotta rap, my trap do numbers Plus, I got them collard greens, cabbage and the cucumbers True pockets full of green beans and cream cheese And, last few summers, I been ballin' out, bitch, D-League Now I'm in the NBA, nothing but ass and titties When I'm in the A, it's pinups and Magic City Used to do a Bo a day, selling halves for fifty Put up the hundreds and the fifties and I stack the twenties Playing with them tens and fives, I would practice plenty Now I got them Posturepedic stacks, that's that mattress money While niggas out here tryna act like they doing some I ain't gotta rap, I'mma do numbers Crunchin' Crunchin' Crunchin' Crunchin' Crunchin' Crunchin' Crunchin' Crunchin' Cause my trap slap, and my hood bumpin' Got the spot jam-packed and the club jumpin' Crunchin' Crunchin' Crunchin' Crunchin' Crunchin' Crunchin' Crunchin' Lay a nigga down if he think I'm pussy I got the thesis for a rat but they kinda ugly Sippin' tinky winky, got every color laid Purple, red, yellow, green, we some Teletubbies M-A-P, game time, get this money Concrete, 227, hell block, hully gully While niggas out here tryna act like they doing some I ain't gotta rap, I'mma do numbers Crunchin' Crunchin' Crunchin' Crunchin' Crunchin' Crunchin' Crunchin' Crunchin' Cause my trap slap, and my hood bumpin' Got the spot jam-packed and the club jumpin' Crunchin' Crunchin' Crunchin' Crunchin' Crunchin' Crunchin' Crunchin'