My bank account, tellin me to down The billboards me to climb down Ha, niggas pillow talkin, let me out Could a fuck about later bitch Im on now Ha, you know the shine is I do though Bitch, you know Im I bought a necklace and a 2 do Monday in the Rolly, in the Hublot RnB killin rap niggas, thats just what I do These is lame, they always complain and doin the same shit Get all up on twitter, tryna get followers, the same dick Im tired of niggas, tired of arguin over the same bitch Niggas funny like comics, Im nigga, I aint rich My shit be up in galleries, a million I paint bitch Pop records bought me this Ferrari, a lane switch it up on you niggas watch my number change Grown up on you niggas, yeah my changed Hit-boy, all rappers wasting beats I bought all my toys, aint no niggas 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 Every industry done had her Trick or treat like a just to smash her Bitches breaking codes, but Im the Now its time for niggas to shut down shit If you yappin in the club then you say he trippin, on some greyhound shit He listen, now he listening to the ground bitch Put him out, hes With all the sneakers on his chest, he barely Like its lights out, he a beatin Hand on his chest, holding his heart, pledge of Damn, his cold, need a Theraflu Took em shopping, bought em 1500 of shoes Ha, Im a ass nigga, fuck you!