My bank account, me to calm down The billboards tellin me to climb Ha, niggas talkin, let me find out Could give a fuck later bitch Im on now Ha, you know the shine is I do though Bitch, you know Im flexin I bought a and a 2 do Monday in the Rolly, in the Hublot RnB rap niggas, thats just what I do though These niggas is lame, always complain and doin the same shit Get all up on twitter, tryna get followers, suckin the same 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 I paint bitch Pop records me this Ferrari, thats a lane switch Switch it up on you niggas my number change Grown up on you niggas, yeah my changed Hit-boy, all rappers wasting beats I bought all my clique toys, aint no wasting heat Yeah I cop big noise, aka Im TNT I blow 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 like a pumpkin to smash her breaking codes, but Im the password Now its time for young niggas to shut shit If you yappin in the club you surrounded They say he trippin, on some 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 Hand on his chest, holding his heart, of allegiance Damn, his bitch cold, a Theraflu em shopping, bought em 1500 pair of shoes Ha, Im a ass nigga, fuck you!