My bank account, tellin me to calm The billboards me to climb down Ha, pillow talkin, let me find out Could give a fuck about later Im on now Ha, you know the shine is what I do Bitch, you Im flexin I bought a necklace and a 2 do Monday in the Rolly, Tuesday in the RnB killin rap niggas, just 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 over the same bitch Niggas funny like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I aint My be up in galleries, a million when I paint bitch Pop bought me this Ferrari, thats a lane switch Switch it up on you niggas watch my number up on you niggas, yeah my number changed Hit-boy, all rappers wasting beats I bought all my clique toys, aint no niggas 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 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 then you surrounded They say he trippin, on greyhound shit He didnt listen, now he listening to the ground Put him out, hes With all the sneakers on his chest, he breathin Like its out, he took a beatin Hand on his chest, holding his heart, of allegiance Damn, his bitch cold, a Theraflu Took em shopping, bought em 1500 pair of Ha, Im a ass nigga, fuck you!