My bank account, tellin me to calm The billboards me to climb down Ha, niggas pillow talkin, let me 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 bought a and a 2 do Monday in the Rolly, 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 rich My be up in galleries, a million when I paint bitch Pop records bought me Ferrari, thats a lane switch Switch it up on you niggas watch my change Grown up on you niggas, yeah my number Hit-boy, all rappers wasting beats I bought all my clique toys, aint no wasting heat I cop that big noise, aka Im TNT I that shit up, get up Cause boy you get rid of Dont fuck my old bitch, its like a bad fur Every nigga done had her Trick or treat a pumpkin just to smash her breaking codes, but Im the password Now its time for young niggas to shut down If you in the club then you surrounded They say he trippin, on 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 out, he took a beatin on his chest, holding his heart, pledge of allegiance Damn, his bitch cold, need a Took em shopping, bought em pair of shoes Ha, Im a ass nigga, fuck you!