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
Nigga, 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 nigga 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
Nigga, 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, nigga 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
Niggas 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?