My bank account, me to calm down 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 know Im flexin I bought a and a 2 do in the Rolly, Tuesday in the Hublot RnB rap niggas, thats just what I do though These 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 wealthy nigga, I rich My shit be up in galleries, a million when I bitch Pop records bought me this Ferrari, a lane switch Switch it up on you niggas my number change Grown up on you niggas, my number changed Hit-boy, all these wasting beats I all my clique toys, aint 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 with my old bitch, its like a bad fur Every industry done had her Trick or treat like a pumpkin just to 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 With all the on his chest, he barely breathin Like its lights out, he took a Hand on his chest, his heart, pledge of allegiance Damn, his bitch cold, a Theraflu Took em shopping, bought em 1500 pair of Ha, Im a cold ass nigga, you!