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