My bank account, tellin me to down The tellin me to climb down Ha, pillow talkin, let me find out Could a fuck about 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 niggas is lame, they always and doin the same shit Get all up on twitter, get followers, suckin the same dick Im tired of these niggas, of arguin over 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 this Ferrari, a lane switch Switch it up on you niggas watch my number Grown up on you niggas, yeah my changed Hit-boy, all these wasting beats I bought all my clique toys, aint no niggas heat Yeah I cop big noise, aka Im TNT I blow shit up, get up boy you cant get rid of Dont fuck my old bitch, its like a bad fur Every industry nigga had her Trick or treat like a pumpkin just to her Bitches breaking codes, but Im the Now its time for young niggas to shut down If you yappin in the then you surrounded They say he trippin, on some greyhound He didnt listen, now he listening to the ground Put him out, hes With all the on his chest, he barely breathin Like its lights out, he a beatin Hand on his chest, his heart, pledge of allegiance Damn, his bitch cold, a Theraflu em shopping, bought em 1500 pair of shoes Ha, Im a cold ass nigga, you!