[Intro]
In Detroit, big money in the pockets of small boys has the attention of federal investigators
The kids work in teams, one collecting the money, another delivering the dope, others acting as lookouts and all are decoys for one another. And when a lookout throws a signal a busy street can become deserted in a matter of seconds
If a motherfucker would ask them, "Damn, yo, who got it?" "Them young boys got it"
[Chorus: Bruiser Wolf]
All I think about (all I think about)
Product moving in and out (uh)
She swallow every drop
She a demon, make her stop
You a hater, not a opp (uh, not an opp)
Pass incomplete, we got the drop
White girl jumping out the pot
All y'all streams come from bots
[Verse 1: Bruiser Wolf]
Price on your head, that's the cost of living (of living)
Dreams dissolve in prison (in prison)
When the law convict 'em, we're all victims to some extent (to some extent)
She was playing hard to get
But gave up the pussy for Lent (for Lent)
Lord, forgive me, this shit so easy, it's a gimme
To get in her jeans, she gotta shimmy (she gotta shimmy)
Lend me your ear, I'm dropping solitaires (I'm dropping solitaires)
I ain't betting when I put money on squares
When everybody eatin', all you see is veneers (yeah)
Smiles from ear to ear (from ear to ear)
Then the RICO appear, that's when shit get weird (that, that's when it get weird)
Brothers start turning on each other (turning on each other)
Just another story from the gutter (uh)
A bunch of hustlin' motherfuckers (yeah)
[Chorus: Bruiser Wolf]
All I think about (all I think about)
Product moving in and out (uh)
She swallow every drop
She a demon, make her stop
You a hater, not a opp (uh, not an opp)
Pass incomplete, we got the drop
White girl jumping out the pot
All y'all streams come from bots
[Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni]
All I think about
Kilos I would dream about
At the moment I was keepin' count
Started with a ball, tryna see a ounce
Matter of fact, was a half-track
Bad batch, no cash that
Was ahead now I'm back back
This is way before the coupe matte black
Cookin' crack, countin' money
Servin' junkies, watch for undies
Two-five niggas try to jump me
Hope this bitch work when I get to dumpin'
Round the first, we get to pumpin'
Plug trust, he get to frontin'
Move 'em quick, he keep' em comin'
Money made, let's get into somethin'
Hit the club with my fist pumpin', that's the Blade dance
Rollie on my wrist with a spray band
I'm with a made man, hoes blow kisses and wave hands
No facial hair, but I shave grams
Short money, I can't stand
Born and raised, don't think of where
My boogie man was the raid van
They hit the crib, took everything
Car, TVs, and the platinum chains
Not the platinum chain, pops hid that
In the kitty litter when he heard the bang
Neighbors watch as they cleaned us out
We was living good, we bleedin' out
So growing up ain't wanna see a ounce
'Til I got broke and I seen the route now
All I think about
[Chorus: Bruiser Wolf]
All I think about (all I think about)
Product moving in and out (uh)
She swallow every drop
She a demon, make her stop
You a hater, not a opp (uh, not an opp)
Pass incomplete, we got the drop
White girl jumping out the pot
All y'all streams come from bots
[Outro]
You niggas a hater (yeah)
You wanna be a opp so bad
Uh, Bruiser
All I think about
All I think about
You made me do it (yeah, Sheef')
Yeah, Sheef'
Bruiser, yeah
