My bank account, tellin me to down The tellin me to climb down Ha, niggas talkin, let me find out Could give a fuck later bitch Im on now Ha, you know the is what I do though Bitch, you know Im flexin I a necklace and a 2 do in the Rolly, Tuesday in the Hublot RnB killin rap niggas, thats just what I do These niggas is lame, they always complain and doin the same Get all up on twitter, tryna get followers, suckin the same Im tired of niggas, tired of arguin over the same bitch Niggas funny like comics, Im nigga, I aint rich My be up in galleries, a million when I paint bitch Pop records me this Ferrari, thats a lane switch Switch it up on you watch my number change Grown up on you niggas, yeah my number Hit-boy, all rappers wasting beats I bought all my clique toys, aint no niggas heat Yeah I cop big noise, aka Im TNT I that shit up, get up Cause boy you get rid of Dont with my old bitch, its like a bad fur Every industry nigga had her Trick or treat like a pumpkin just to her breaking codes, but Im the password Now its time for young niggas to shut down If you yappin in the club you surrounded They say he trippin, on some shit He didnt listen, now he listening to the bitch Put him out, hes With all the sneakers on his chest, he barely Like its lights out, he took a Hand on his chest, holding his heart, pledge of Damn, his bitch cold, need a em shopping, bought em 1500 pair of shoes Ha, Im a ass nigga, fuck you!