My bank account, tellin me to down The billboards me to climb down Ha, pillow talkin, let me find 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 bought a and a 2 do Monday in the Rolly, 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, the same dick Im tired of these niggas, tired of arguin over the same Niggas like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I aint rich My shit be up in galleries, a million when I paint Pop records bought me this Ferrari, a lane switch Switch it up on you niggas watch my number Grown up on you niggas, my number changed Hit-boy, all these rappers wasting I all my clique toys, aint no niggas wasting heat I cop that big noise, aka Im TNT I blow that up, get up Cause boy you get rid of Dont fuck my old bitch, its like a bad fur Every industry nigga 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 club 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 on his chest, he barely breathin its lights out, he took a beatin Hand on his chest, holding his heart, of allegiance Damn, his cold, need a Theraflu em shopping, bought em 1500 pair of shoes Ha, Im a ass nigga, fuck you!