No Deal

(Dollaz cooked this shit up)

(Choppin' shit up like Trippy)

Still got motion, I ain't fucked up for nothin'

I wish my fans would start askin' me how much is my bond?

If I had a bond, would've been gone

No business meetings, I'm on a hot phone

Not a kit, but the truck got a fast motor

And my mama got a business, it's Black-owned

I remember we ain't have shit, huh

****, we would find us a lick, huh

It was a few bitches I ain't hit

Now look at 'em, they all on dick, yeah

I rember strikin' in Gwinnett

Hopped in a car, found a stick

I remember countin' eight hundred with mama and ran through it like it ain't shit

But now I got more money

And I don't owe a **** nothin', I know money

Got this money off cars, not show money

You might fuck, but you can't take a ho from me

She can get mad, then fuck off

I'ma get mad and double it

I don't catch feelings for real

I'ma just fuck and dub the bitch

3 in the morning, on the phone with BB talkin' 'bout rap and some more shit

Tryna bring Bottega in the chain gang, I don't wanna wear Forces

I done had every Dodge you could think of, where the fuck my endorsement?

I could teach you how to strike with no pad, I be sellin' my courses

I don't eat oxtail

Take me to the lot and I'll steal

"Twin, he right there," oh, well

Pull up, hop in, he gon' yell

****, tell the plug I want cash

I don't give a fuck 'bout no Zelle

Wait, I'll settle for that watch

I'll accept the Cartier

And I think that the skeleton

Demon, pull off, she skeleton

I'm keepin' this one, I ain't sellin' it

And I just got the title, they mailin' it

Both of 'em kitted, got both of 'em, ho want both of 'em

I'ma run this bitch back, get the stiff-arm

If you think that's your bitch, I put dick on her

If you think that's your bitch, I put Rick on her, Ricky

Phew-phew-phew, **** get hit with the switchy

Milan, she like Bluey, she ain't with all that Mickey

Hold on, where your mouth been? Ho, you talkin' 'bout, "Kiss me"

Your pussy ain't nothin' but some Jordans, you let me fuck for two-fifty

Jordans, tell the bitch beat it like Michael

Been makin' hits, ain't write 'em

Caught a few cases in the ring, had to fight 'em

If you can spell so well, spell "indicted"

I was fightin' indictments

**** told, they ain't catch me strikin'

And the switch hit just like lightning

Keep a strap, but I ain't on dyke shit

Tryna fuck me, a ho on nice shit

I ain’t stressin', I'm kickin' it for real

Only time I get to stressin' when people like I don't mean business for real

Talkin' 'bout business, ain't seen the business, I'm locked up for business for real

Been had hemis for real, we been ridin' in Dodges for years

Had my mama driveway sideways, probably told her it was a rental

When GSP get on the highway, man, you knowin' them boys tryna hit you

Pullin' over, I ain't even go for it

You say you want somethin', gotta go for it

Postin' all them pictures with money, but what do you have to show for it?