My bank account, me to calm down The billboards tellin me to climb Ha, niggas talkin, let me find out give a fuck about later bitch Im on now Ha, you know the is what I do though Bitch, you know Im flexin I bought a and a 2 do Monday in the Rolly, in the Hublot RnB killin rap niggas, thats just what I do These niggas is lame, they always complain and doin the same Get all up on twitter, tryna get followers, suckin the dick Im of these niggas, tired of arguin over the same bitch funny like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I aint rich My shit be up in galleries, a million when I paint Pop records bought me this Ferrari, thats a lane Switch it up on you niggas watch my change Grown up on you niggas, yeah my changed Hit-boy, all these rappers beats I bought all my clique toys, aint no wasting heat Yeah I cop big noise, aka Im TNT I blow that up, get up boy you cant get rid of Dont with my old bitch, its like a bad fur Every industry 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 yappin in the club then you say he trippin, on some greyhound shit He didnt listen, now he listening to the bitch Put him out, hes all the sneakers on his chest, he barely breathin 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 pair of Ha, Im a cold ass nigga, you!