My bank account, me to calm down The billboards tellin me to down Ha, niggas pillow talkin, let me out Could a fuck about later bitch Im on now Ha, you know the shine is I do though Bitch, you know Im flexin I a necklace and a 2 do in the Rolly, Tuesday in the Hublot RnB rap niggas, thats just what I do though These niggas is lame, always complain and doin the same shit Get all up on twitter, tryna get followers, the same dick Im tired of these niggas, tired of arguin the same bitch Niggas funny comics, Im wealthy nigga, I aint rich My be up in galleries, a million when I paint bitch Pop records bought me this Ferrari, thats a switch Switch it up on you niggas watch my number Grown up on you niggas, 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 with my old bitch, its a bad fur industry nigga done had her Trick or like a pumpkin just to smash her breaking codes, but Im the password Now its time for niggas to shut down shit If you yappin in the then you surrounded say he trippin, on some greyhound shit He listen, now he listening to the ground bitch Put him out, hes With all the on his chest, he barely breathin Like its lights out, he a beatin Hand on his chest, holding his heart, pledge of Damn, his bitch cold, need a Took em shopping, bought em pair of shoes Ha, Im a ass nigga, fuck you!