My bank account, tellin me to calm The billboards me to climb down Ha, niggas pillow talkin, let me out Could give a fuck later bitch Im on now Ha, you the shine 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 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 the same bitch Niggas funny like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I aint My shit be up in galleries, a million when I bitch Pop records bought me Ferrari, thats a lane switch Switch it up on you niggas watch my number up on you niggas, yeah my number changed Hit-boy, all rappers wasting beats I all my clique toys, aint no niggas wasting heat Yeah I cop big noise, aka Im TNT I that shit up, get up boy you cant get rid of Dont fuck with my old bitch, its a bad fur Every industry done had her or treat like a pumpkin just to smash her Bitches codes, but Im the password Now its time for young to shut down shit If you yappin in the club then you They say he trippin, on some shit He didnt listen, now he listening to the ground Put him out, hes With all the sneakers on his chest, he breathin Like its lights out, he took a on his chest, holding his heart, pledge of allegiance Damn, his cold, need a Theraflu Took em shopping, bought em 1500 of shoes Ha, Im a cold ass nigga, you!