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