No Dealings - Lil Keed

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 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' 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 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 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 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 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 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' 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, 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 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 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' 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