Let's Make A Deal Lyrics

Yeah, trap, trap, trap, trap, yeah

Hey V, line em up

In a nigga spot you catch me posted like a billboard

What's in my pocket junkies come around and they ah kill for

Ain't got no money, sign your life over, let's make a deal for it

If you ain't gettin' money tell me what the fuck you here for

In a nigga spot you catch me posted' like a billboard

What's in my pocket junkies come around they ah kill for

Ain't got no money, sign your life over, let's make a deal for it

If you ain't gettin' money tell me what the fuck you here for

I don't smoke but when I wrote this verse I was high off of perc

Knew I had to do something with my life cause I went bout to work

Speaking on me it ain't all facts I make your jaw hurt

Shorty gave me head for 30 minutes now her jaw hurt

Up and down 75 not sellin' work but store to store

Never give out sauce for free but I can sell it for the low

Broke niggas want my money but I think that I'm still broke

Bag on me, fuck a red life, all I know is go

You ain't bout that action boy pump faking boy just give it up

Have them young boys run down on you right now make you give it up

Police snatch everything I got right now still I'm five nickels up

Pelle on and hoodie on, bitch I got that Nina tucked

Niggas doin' dances on the internet for the vine

Red flag by all real banks now I gotta use a chime

Book me for a show gotta book Huncho at the same time

That's lil bro 64, I slap your ass you call him 69

In the nigga spot you catch me posted like a billboard

What's in my pockets junkies come around and they ah kill for

Ain't got no money, sign your life over, let's make a deal for it

If you ain't getting money tell me what the fuck you here for

In the nigga spot you catch me posted like a billboard

What's in my pockets junkies come around and they ah kill for

Ain't got no money, sign your life over, let's make a deal for it

If you ain't getting money tell me what the fuck you here for

You ain't been around me long enough, I can't fuck with you

Saying you my brother, I ain't never made a buck with you

Ring on the money, told that lil bitch I'm stuck with you

With me at the bottom, you go up, then I go up with you

Outta town, hanging out of windows like I'm Fresh Prince

Really from the hood, I grew up not having shit

Red and white on, got me looking like a peppermint

Fresh as a York patty, I got a pepper scent

Godly with all white on, boy, I feel I'm heaven sent

Journalist by day, but at night, I'm like Clark Kent

Made a lot of money, I ain't worried bout what you made

Remy in my cup with crushed ice and lemonade

I could cook a drop in 60 seconds, that's minute made

I can pitch it and mail it and sell it in plenty ways

You can't get fly like this, you gon' need a pilot

Love when bros up that chicken, bitch, I get excited

In the nigga spot, you catch me posted like a billboard

What's in my pocket, junkies come around and they ah kill for

Ain't got no money, sign your life over, let's make a deal for it

If you ain't getting money, tell me what the fuck you here for

In the nigga spot, you catch me posted like a billboard

What's in my pocket, junkies come around and they ah kill for

Ain't got no money, sign your life over, let's make a deal for it

If you ain't getting money, tell me what the fuck you here for