YoungBoyBrown, on my kid
 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, bitch, I'm winnin
 Yeah, I'm rocking Chanel britches (Yeah, yeah)
 I had the gang ridin' in the Bentleys (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, be quiet, you an itty-bitty (Shrimp
 Catch the front end, back end, then dip
Bad lil' bitch, yeah, she came on my ti
 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 ****ed her so good, told the girl hold o
 Told my mama, "I got you, girl, just hold on'"
 Baby mama had me a beautiful baby girl, so hold on
Y'all bitches ain't seein' m
Y'all bitches can't be m
Y'all bitches can't **** with m
Y'all bitches can't manage m
Y'all bitches can't invest in m
 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, bitch, I'm winnin
 Yeah, I'm rocking Chanel britches (Yeah, yeah)
 I had the gang ridin' in the Bentleys (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, be quiet, you an itty-bitty (Shrimp
 Catch the front end, back end, then dip
Bad lil' bitch, yeah, she came on my ti
 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 ****er
I ain't got time for y'all bitch-ass niggas, oka
I don't spend a dime on these ****er
And these niggas out here stealing my drip, oka
Niggas ain't stack my riche
 .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, yea
 Trappin' out the band', I ain't talking trash can, yeah, yeah
Y'all bitches 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, bitch, I'm winnin
 Yeah, I'm rocking Chanel britches (Yeah, yeah)
 I had the gang ridin' in the Bentleys (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, be quiet, you an itty-bitty (Shrimp
 Catch the front end, back end, then dip
Bad lil' bitch, yeah, she came on my ti
 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