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 flexin I a necklace and a 2 do Monday in the Rolly, in the Hublot 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 like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I aint rich My shit be up in galleries, a million when I bitch Pop bought me this Ferrari, thats a lane switch it up on you niggas watch my number change Grown up on you niggas, yeah my number Hit-boy, all these rappers wasting I all my clique toys, aint no niggas 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 Trick or treat a pumpkin just to smash her breaking codes, but Im the password 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 bitch Put him out, hes all the sneakers on his chest, he barely breathin Like its lights out, he took a Hand on his chest, holding his heart, pledge of Damn, his bitch cold, need a Took em shopping, bought em 1500 pair of Ha, Im a ass nigga, fuck you!