My bank account, tellin me to calm The billboards tellin me to down Ha, niggas pillow talkin, let me out give 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 in the Rolly, Tuesday in the Hublot RnB killin rap niggas, just what I do though These niggas is lame, they complain and doin the same shit Get all up on twitter, tryna get followers, suckin the dick Im of these niggas, tired of arguin over the same bitch Niggas funny like comics, Im nigga, I aint rich My shit be up in galleries, a when I paint bitch Pop records bought me Ferrari, thats a lane switch 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 niggas heat I cop that big noise, aka Im TNT I that shit up, get up Cause boy you get rid of Dont fuck with my old bitch, its a bad fur Every industry nigga had her Trick or treat like a just to smash her Bitches codes, but Im the password Now its time for young to shut down shit If you in the club then you surrounded They say he trippin, on some shit He didnt listen, now he listening to the ground 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 ass nigga, fuck you!