My bank account, me to calm down The billboards me to climb down Ha, niggas talkin, let me find out Could give a fuck about bitch Im on now Ha, you know the shine is what I do Bitch, you Im flexin I bought a necklace and a 2 do in the Rolly, Tuesday in the Hublot RnB rap niggas, thats just what I do though These niggas is lame, they 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 funny like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I aint rich 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 change Grown up on you niggas, my number changed Hit-boy, all these rappers wasting I bought all my clique toys, aint no wasting heat I cop that big noise, aka Im TNT I that shit up, get up boy you cant get rid of Dont with my old bitch, its like a bad fur Every nigga done had her or treat like a pumpkin just to smash her Bitches breaking codes, but Im the Now its time for young to shut down shit If you yappin in the club 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 sneakers on his chest, he barely Like its lights out, he took a 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!