My bank account, me to calm down The billboards tellin me to climb Ha, pillow talkin, let me find out Could a fuck about later bitch Im on now Ha, you know the is what I do though Bitch, you Im flexin I bought a necklace and a 2 do Monday in the Rolly, in the Hublot RnB killin rap niggas, thats what I do though niggas is lame, they always complain and doin the same shit Get all up on twitter, tryna get followers, suckin the 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 I paint bitch Pop records bought me this Ferrari, thats a switch Switch it up on you watch my number change up on you niggas, yeah my number changed Hit-boy, all rappers wasting beats I all my clique toys, aint no niggas wasting heat I cop that big noise, aka Im TNT I blow that up, get up boy you cant get rid of Dont fuck my old bitch, its like a bad fur Every industry nigga had her Trick or like a pumpkin just to smash her Bitches codes, but Im the password Now its time for niggas to shut down shit If you in the club then you surrounded They say he trippin, on some greyhound He didnt listen, now he listening to the ground Put him out, hes With all the sneakers on his chest, he breathin its lights out, he took a beatin Hand on his chest, his heart, pledge of allegiance Damn, his bitch cold, need a Took em shopping, bought em 1500 of shoes Ha, Im a ass nigga, fuck you!