My bank account, tellin me to calm The billboards tellin me to down Ha, niggas talkin, let me find out Could give a fuck about later Im on now Ha, you know the is what I do though Bitch, you Im flexin I bought a necklace and a 2 do Monday in the Rolly, Tuesday in the RnB killin rap niggas, just what I do though These niggas is lame, they always complain and the same shit Get all up on twitter, tryna get followers, suckin the dick Im of these niggas, tired of arguin over the same bitch Niggas funny like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I rich My shit be up in galleries, a million when I paint Pop records bought me Ferrari, thats a lane switch Switch it up on you niggas my number change Grown up on you niggas, yeah my number Hit-boy, all these rappers wasting I bought all my clique toys, no niggas wasting heat Yeah I cop big noise, aka Im TNT I blow that up, get up Cause boy you get rid of fuck with my old bitch, its like a bad fur Every industry nigga had her or treat 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 say he trippin, on some greyhound shit He listen, now he listening to the ground bitch Put him out, hes With all the on his chest, he barely breathin Like its lights out, he took a Hand on his chest, holding his heart, pledge of Damn, his cold, need a Theraflu em shopping, bought em 1500 pair of shoes Ha, Im a cold ass nigga, you!