No Dealings

YoungBoyBrown, on my kid

I ain't want no dealings with you
I'll drop the ceiling with you
Louis duffle bag got the bands in it
It hold more than a hundred-fifty (Yeah, yeah)
I ain't losing, nigga, I'm winning
Yeah, I'm rocking Chanel britches (Yeah, yeah)
I had the gang riding in the Bentleys (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga, be quiet, you an itty-bitty (Shrimp)
Catch the front end, back end, then dip
Bad lil' bitch, yeah, she came on my tip
Know lil' shawty [?]
Go and get a bag then I flip it like a gymnast (Yeah, yeah)
Oh yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Oh yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Oh yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Oh yeah

These boys be some hoes
You'll never ever know
They hating on you on the low
You'll never ever know
They don't want you to succeed, man
They don't want to see you with the load
But I'm living top floor
I'm dripping in the latest clothes
And I'm all in and out your ho
Bust down Rollie on me and it's frozen
Now I'm onto you, I'ma just hold on
I fucked her so good, told the girl hold on
Told my mama, "I got you, girl, just hold on'"
Baby mama had me a beautiful baby girl, so hold on
Y'all niggas ain't seeing me
Y'all niggas can't be me
Y'all niggas can't fuck with me
Y'all niggas can't manage me
Y'all niggas can't invest in me
So you already know

I ain't want no dealings with you
I'll drop the ceiling with you
Louis duffle bag got the bands in it
It hold more than a hundred-fifty (Yeah, yeah)
I ain't losing, nigga, I'm winning
Yeah, I'm rocking Chanel britches (Yeah, yeah)
I had the gang riding in the Bentleys (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga, be quiet, you an itty-bitty (Shrimp)
Catch the front end, back end, then dip
Bad lil' bitch, yeah, she came on my tip
Know lil' shawty [?]
Go and get a bag then I flip it like a gymnast (Yeah, yeah)
Oh yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Oh yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Oh yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Oh yeah

Yeah, I don't spend time with these bitches
I ain't got time for y'all bitch-ass niggas, okay
I don't spend a dime on these bitches
And these niggas out here stealing my drip, okay
Niggas ain't stack my riches
.223 on me, nah, I don't ride with no K
Conley Road, yeah, we gon' get it
Me and Lil Gotit put that on the map, okay, yeah
In the old-school, tripping on your main bitch, yeah, yeah
Trapping out the band', I ain't talking trash can, yeah, yeah
Y'all niggas acting like hoes, yeah, you transexual, yeah, yeah
I'll take care of the family, yeah, I take care of the bills
They ain't talking 'bout my dress code, nah
'Cause when I put this shit on, ain't no flaws
Long live Mexico, that's my dawg
Hellcat, king, yeah, of the South

I ain't want no dealings with you (Oh yeah)
I'll drop the ceiling with you (Yeah)
Louis duffle bag got the bands in it
It hold more than a hundred-fifty (Yeah, yeah)
I ain't losing, nigga, I'm winning
Yeah, I'm rocking Chanel britches (Yeah, yeah)
I had the gang riding in the Bentleys (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga, be quiet, you an itty-bitty (Shrimp)
Catch the front end, back end, then dip
Bad lil' bitch, yeah, she came on my tip
Know lil' shawty [?]
Go and get a bag then I flip it like a gymnast (Yeah, yeah)
Oh yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Oh yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Oh yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Oh yeah