No Dealings

(Youngboybrown, on my kid)
I ain't want no dealings with you
I'll drop the ceiling with you
Louis duffel 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 ridin' 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' strap getting popped like clips
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 hatin' 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 hoe
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 seein' 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 duffel 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 ridin' 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' strap getting popped like clips
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
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, trippin' on your main bitch, yeah, yeah
Trappin' 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 dog
Hellcat, king, yeah, of the South
I ain't want no dealings with you (you, you)
I'll drop the ceiling with you (oh)
Louis duffel 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 ridin' 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' strap getting popped like clips
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