My bank account, me to calm down The billboards tellin me to climb Ha, pillow talkin, let me find out Could give a 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, thats 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 the same bitch Niggas funny like comics, Im nigga, I aint rich My shit be up in galleries, a million I paint bitch Pop records bought me this Ferrari, a lane switch Switch it up on you niggas watch my number Grown up on you niggas, yeah my changed Hit-boy, all rappers wasting beats I bought all my clique toys, aint no wasting heat Yeah I cop big noise, aka Im TNT I blow shit 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 treat like a pumpkin to smash her Bitches breaking codes, but Im the Now its time for young niggas to shut shit If you yappin in the club you surrounded They say he trippin, on some shit He didnt listen, now he to the ground bitch Put him out, hes With all the sneakers on his chest, he barely Like its out, he took a beatin Hand on his chest, holding his heart, pledge of Damn, his bitch cold, a Theraflu Took em shopping, bought em pair of shoes Ha, Im a ass nigga, fuck you!