My bank account, tellin me to calm The tellin me to climb down Ha, pillow talkin, let me find out Could give a fuck later bitch Im on now Ha, you know the shine is what I do Bitch, you Im flexin I bought a necklace and a 2 do in the Rolly, Tuesday in the Hublot RnB killin rap niggas, 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 same Niggas funny like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I aint My shit be up in galleries, a million when I bitch Pop records bought me this Ferrari, thats a lane Switch it up on you watch my number change Grown up on you niggas, yeah my changed Hit-boy, all these wasting beats I bought all my clique toys, aint no wasting heat Yeah I cop big noise, aka Im TNT I that shit up, get up boy you cant get rid of Dont fuck my old bitch, its like a bad fur Every nigga done had her or treat like a pumpkin just to smash her Bitches codes, but Im the password Now its time for young niggas to shut shit If you in the club then you surrounded They say he trippin, on greyhound shit He didnt listen, now he to the ground bitch Put him out, hes With all the sneakers on his chest, he breathin its lights out, he took a beatin Hand on his chest, holding his heart, pledge of Damn, his cold, need a Theraflu Took em shopping, bought em 1500 pair of Ha, Im a cold ass nigga, you!