You Know The Deal

Ay I'm focused now, they notice now

Shorty to ride with me you got to hold this down

But you ain't got to worry 'cause we run this town

A nigga run up on me will get his ass gunned down

You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill

You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill

You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill

You know for reals, the only way that I can chill

Uh, niggas won't understand 'til they man fall

From a exit wound big as a handball, damn y'all

Can a nigga spend a mill for a house on the hill as tall as a Ferris wheel?

Niggas better chill - for the Barretta peel

Knock off your head and ill, whole bunch of red'll spill

Nigga I'm rollin' up, system blowin', hater's glowin' up - frozen up

Range Rover truck color Coconut

I used to be broke ass fuck, 'til I woke 'em up

I'll show you how to stroke a slut, get in her throat and gut

Then it's back to postin' up, wheels pokin' out

Smoke about enough to have you gaspin' and chokin' out

I do what I wanna when I wanna ball when it's summer

Leave out the club, squeeze 'em all in the Hummer

Stitching in the seats, interior Peanut Butter

Brand new Pelle Pelle, Nine-millimeter under

Uh, Banks is back yeah the punchline boy

You've got to be a millionaire to touch my toy

I figured, I'll let the haters see it one more time

I skeet off zero to sixty in three-point-nine

Besides, I gotta make the jewellery store on time

I look like I bought the jewellery store this time

And it's hard to live like a Rap Star on the cover

I got three Magnums the gun, car, and the rubber

I got a fur fetish, a three-quarter cut habit

Nigga that ain't chinchilla, it's plucked parrot

Part rabbit, go find your heart faggot

I prey niggas find your foot and toe tag it

There ain't never a drought, I got the sour on tour

So raw I gotta hotel towel on the door

Hoes all around the hotel pilled to the floor

They done followed your boss since two-thousand and four

From here on out it's manslaughter for the masses

And classics courtesy of Mr. Mathers

You bastards heard of me I get the cash

It's the American way I go to bed with the 'K

I got red, blue and white don't even ask about ice

I look like a cop car flashin' his lights

All he want to do is chit chat and make tapes about him

'Til they lost like Malcolm before the Nation got him

Out in timbaland tearing the coup, my wrist chunky like Campbells soup

Niggas shoot, I done been around the world

And I'm right here you won't hurt me

I'll put your ass on ice yeah cold turkey

I'm blowin' Purple the Haze mixed with Hershey

I done gave you style, now reimburse me

And it ain't no more love you get the Birdie

I'ma be in the number one spot 'til I'm thirty