My bank account, tellin me to calm The billboards tellin me to down Ha, niggas pillow talkin, let me out give a fuck about later bitch Im on now Ha, you know the shine is what I do Bitch, you know Im flexin I bought a and a 2 do Monday in the Rolly, in the Hublot RnB killin rap niggas, thats what I do though These niggas is lame, they always complain and doin the shit Get all up on twitter, get followers, suckin the same dick Im tired of these niggas, tired of arguin the same bitch Niggas funny like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I rich My shit be up in galleries, a million I paint bitch Pop records me this Ferrari, thats a lane switch it up on you niggas watch my number change Grown up on you niggas, yeah my changed Hit-boy, all these rappers wasting I all my clique toys, aint no niggas wasting 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 done 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 shit If you in the club then you surrounded say he trippin, on some greyhound shit He didnt listen, now he to the ground bitch Put him out, hes all the sneakers on his chest, he barely breathin Like its lights out, he a beatin Hand on his chest, his heart, pledge of allegiance Damn, his cold, need a Theraflu Took em shopping, bought em 1500 pair of Ha, Im a cold ass nigga, you!