My bank account, tellin me to calm The billboards tellin me to climb Ha, pillow talkin, let me find out give a fuck about later bitch Im on now Ha, you know the shine is 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, thats just I do though niggas is lame, they always complain and doin the same shit Get all up on twitter, tryna get followers, suckin the same Im tired of niggas, tired of arguin over the same bitch Niggas like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I aint rich My shit be up in galleries, a million 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, yeah my changed Hit-boy, all these wasting 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 my old bitch, its like a bad fur Every industry done had her Trick or treat a pumpkin just to smash her Bitches codes, but Im the password Now its time for young niggas to shut down If you yappin in the club then you say he trippin, on some greyhound shit He didnt listen, now he listening to the ground Put him out, hes With all the sneakers on his chest, he breathin Like its lights out, he took a on his chest, holding his heart, pledge of allegiance Damn, his bitch cold, a Theraflu em shopping, bought em 1500 pair of shoes Ha, Im a cold ass nigga, you!