My bank account, me to calm down The billboards tellin me to down 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 a necklace and a 2 do Monday in the Rolly, in the Hublot RnB killin rap niggas, thats just I do though These niggas is lame, always complain and doin the same shit Get all up on twitter, get followers, suckin the same dick Im tired of these niggas, tired of over the same bitch funny like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I aint rich My be up in galleries, a million when I paint bitch Pop records bought me this Ferrari, thats a lane Switch it up on you watch my number change Grown up on you niggas, yeah my number Hit-boy, all these wasting beats I bought all my clique toys, aint no wasting heat I cop that 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 industry nigga done had her Trick or like a pumpkin just to smash her Bitches breaking codes, but Im the Now its time for young niggas to shut shit If you yappin in the club then you They say he trippin, on greyhound shit He listen, now he listening to the ground bitch Put him out, hes With all the on his chest, he barely breathin its lights out, he took a beatin Hand on his chest, his heart, pledge of allegiance Damn, his cold, need a Theraflu Took em shopping, em 1500 pair of shoes Ha, Im a cold ass nigga, you!