Intro 
YoungBoyBrown, on my kid 

Chorus 
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 

Verse 1 
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 lords 
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 

Chorus
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

Verse 2
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

Chorus
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