My account, tellin me to calm down The billboards tellin me to down Ha, pillow talkin, let me find out Could give a about later bitch Im on now Ha, you know the is what I do though Bitch, you know Im flexin I bought a and a 2 do Monday in the Rolly, Tuesday in the RnB rap niggas, thats just what I do though 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 funny like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I aint rich My shit be up in galleries, a when I paint 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 rappers wasting beats I bought all my clique toys, aint no niggas wasting 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 breaking codes, but Im the password Now its time for young niggas to down shit If you in the club then you surrounded They say he trippin, on some greyhound 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 took a on his chest, holding his heart, pledge of allegiance Damn, his bitch cold, a Theraflu Took em shopping, bought em pair of shoes Ha, Im a cold ass nigga, you!