My account, tellin me to calm down The billboards tellin me to down Ha, pillow talkin, let me find out Could give a fuck about later Im on now Ha, you know the is what I do though Bitch, you know Im I bought a necklace 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 complain and doin the same shit Get all up on twitter, tryna get followers, suckin the dick Im tired of these niggas, of arguin over the same bitch Niggas funny like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I rich My shit be up in galleries, a when I paint bitch Pop bought me this 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 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 with my old bitch, its like 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 niggas to shut down shit If you yappin in the club then you They say he trippin, on some shit He listen, now he listening to the ground bitch 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 em shopping, bought em 1500 pair of shoes Ha, Im a cold ass nigga, you!