My bank account, tellin me to down The billboards tellin me to climb Ha, niggas pillow talkin, let me out Could give a fuck later bitch Im on now Ha, you know the shine is I do though Bitch, you know Im flexin I bought a and a 2 do Monday in the Rolly, Tuesday in the RnB killin rap niggas, thats what I do though These niggas is lame, they complain and doin the same shit Get all up on twitter, tryna get followers, the same dick Im tired of niggas, tired of arguin over the same bitch Niggas funny like comics, Im nigga, I aint rich My shit be up in galleries, a million when I bitch Pop records bought me this Ferrari, a lane switch it up on you niggas watch my number change Grown up on you niggas, yeah my changed Hit-boy, all these rappers beats I bought all my clique toys, aint no niggas wasting 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 industry done had her Trick or like a pumpkin just 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 greyhound shit He didnt listen, now he listening to the ground 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, of allegiance Damn, his cold, need a Theraflu Took em shopping, em 1500 pair of shoes Ha, Im a cold ass nigga, you!