My bank account, tellin me to calm The tellin me to climb down Ha, niggas talkin, let me find out Could give a about later bitch Im on now Ha, you know the is what I do though Bitch, you know Im flexin I 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 always complain and the same shit 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 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 bought all my clique toys, aint no wasting heat I cop that big noise, aka Im TNT I blow that up, get up Cause boy you get rid of fuck with my old bitch, its like a bad fur Every industry done had her Trick or treat like a just to smash her Bitches breaking codes, but Im the Now its time for young niggas to shut down If you in the club then you surrounded They say he trippin, on some greyhound He listen, now he listening to the ground bitch Put him out, hes With all the sneakers on his chest, he breathin Like its lights out, he a beatin Hand on his chest, his heart, pledge of allegiance Damn, his cold, need a Theraflu Took em shopping, bought em 1500 pair of Ha, Im a ass nigga, fuck you!