My bank account, me to calm down The billboards tellin me to climb Ha, pillow talkin, let me find out give 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 I do though These niggas is lame, they always complain and doin the shit Get all up on twitter, get followers, suckin the same dick Im tired of niggas, tired of arguin over the same bitch Niggas funny like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I aint My shit be up in galleries, a million when I paint Pop records bought me this Ferrari, thats a switch Switch it up on you niggas watch my number Grown up on you niggas, yeah my number Hit-boy, all these rappers beats I bought all my clique toys, aint no niggas heat Yeah I cop big noise, aka Im TNT I that shit up, get up boy you cant get rid of Dont fuck with my old bitch, its a bad fur Every nigga done had her Trick or treat a pumpkin just to smash her Bitches breaking codes, but Im the Now its time for young niggas to down shit If you yappin in the then you surrounded They say he trippin, on some greyhound He didnt listen, now he listening to the ground 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, of allegiance Damn, his bitch cold, a Theraflu Took em shopping, bought em 1500 of shoes Ha, Im a cold ass nigga, you!