My bank account, tellin me to calm The billboards tellin me to climb Ha, niggas pillow talkin, let me out Could give a fuck about bitch Im on now Ha, you the shine is what I do though Bitch, you know Im I bought a necklace and a 2 do Monday in the Rolly, Tuesday in the RnB killin rap niggas, just what I do though These niggas is lame, they always complain and doin the same Get all up on twitter, get followers, suckin the same dick Im tired of these niggas, tired of arguin over the same funny like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I aint rich My be up in galleries, a million when I paint bitch Pop records me this Ferrari, thats a lane switch Switch it up on you watch my number change Grown up on you niggas, yeah my changed Hit-boy, all these wasting beats I bought all my clique toys, no niggas wasting heat Yeah I cop 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 industry nigga done had her Trick or like a pumpkin just to smash her breaking codes, but Im the password Now its for young niggas to shut down shit If you yappin in the then you surrounded They say he trippin, on some shit He didnt listen, now he listening to the ground Put him out, hes With all the sneakers on his chest, he barely its lights out, he took a beatin Hand on his chest, holding his heart, pledge of Damn, his cold, need a Theraflu Took em shopping, bought em 1500 of shoes Ha, Im a ass nigga, fuck you!