Lyrics
[Verse 1]
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, ****, I'm winning
Yeah, I'm rocking Chanel britches (Yeah, yeah)
I had the gang ridin' in the Bentleys (Yeah, yeah)
****, 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, can you pop it like clips?
Go and get a bag, then I flip it like a gymnast (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
Oh yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Oh yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Oh yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Oh yeah
[Verse 3]
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 wat you to succeed, man
They don't want to see you with the lords
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
[Verse 4]
Y'all **** ain't seein' me
Y'all **** can't be me
Y'all **** can't fuck with me
Y'all **** can't manage me
Y'all **** can't invest in me
So you already know
[Verse 5]
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, ****, I'm winning
Yeah, I'm rocking Chanel britches (Yeah, yeah)
I had the gang ridin' in the Bentleys (Yeah, yeah)
****, 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, can you pop it like clips?
Go and get a bag, then I flip it like a gymnast (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 6]
Oh, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Oh, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Oh, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Oh, yeah
[Verse 7]
Yeah, I don't spend time with these bitches
I ain't got time for y'all bitch ass ****, okay
I don't spend a dime on these bitches
And these **** out here stealing my drip, okay
**** ain't stack my riches
.223 on me, nah, I ain't runnin', okay
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 **** acting like hoes, yeah, you transsexual, 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
[Verse 8]
I ain't want no dealings with you (Oh, yeah)
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, ****, I'm winning
Yeah, I'm rocking Chanel britches (Yeah, yeah)
I had the gang ridin' in the Bentleys (Yeah, yeah)
****, 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, can you pop it like clips?
Go and get a bag, then I flip it like a gymnast (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 9]
Oh, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Oh, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Oh, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Oh, yeah
Written by: Lohitvishnu Thanaskodi, Mustafa Cengiz Onural, Raqhid Render
