My bank account, tellin me to calm The billboards me to climb down Ha, niggas talkin, let me find out Could give a fuck about later 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 just what I do These niggas is lame, they always complain and doin the same Get all up on twitter, tryna get followers, suckin the same Im tired of these niggas, tired of arguin over the bitch Niggas funny comics, Im wealthy nigga, I aint rich My shit be up in galleries, a when I paint bitch Pop records bought me this Ferrari, thats a lane it up on you niggas watch my number change Grown up on you niggas, yeah my number Hit-boy, all these rappers wasting I bought all my clique toys, no niggas wasting heat Yeah I cop big noise, aka Im TNT I blow that up, get up boy you cant get rid of Dont fuck with my old bitch, its a bad fur Every industry nigga had her Trick or treat like a pumpkin to smash her Bitches breaking codes, but Im the Now its time for young niggas to down shit If you yappin in the club you surrounded say he trippin, on some greyhound shit He didnt listen, now he listening to the ground Put him out, hes With all the sneakers on his chest, he barely Like its lights out, he a beatin on his chest, holding his heart, pledge of allegiance Damn, his cold, need a Theraflu Took em shopping, bought em pair of shoes Ha, Im a cold ass nigga, you!