My bank account, me to calm down The billboards me to climb down Ha, niggas 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 I bought a necklace and a 2 do Monday in the Rolly, in the Hublot RnB rap niggas, thats 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 tired of these niggas, tired of over the same bitch 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 niggas my number change Grown up on you niggas, my number changed Hit-boy, all these rappers wasting I bought all my clique toys, no niggas wasting heat I cop that big noise, aka Im TNT I blow shit up, get up boy you cant get rid of Dont fuck with my old bitch, its a bad fur Every industry done had her Trick or treat like a pumpkin to smash her Bitches breaking codes, but Im the Now its for young niggas to shut down shit If you yappin in the then you surrounded say he trippin, on some greyhound shit He didnt listen, now he listening to the bitch Put him out, hes With all the sneakers on his chest, he barely Like its out, he took a beatin 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 ass nigga, fuck you!