My bank account, tellin me to calm The billboards tellin me to climb Ha, niggas pillow talkin, let me out give a fuck about later bitch Im on now Ha, you know the shine is what I do Bitch, you know Im I bought a necklace and a 2 do Monday in the Rolly, Tuesday in the RnB rap niggas, thats just what I do though These niggas is lame, they always complain and doin the shit Get all up on twitter, get followers, suckin the same dick Im tired of these niggas, tired of arguin over the bitch Niggas funny like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I aint My shit be up in galleries, a million when I bitch Pop bought me this Ferrari, thats a lane switch Switch it up on you niggas watch my number Grown up on you niggas, my number changed Hit-boy, all these wasting beats I bought all my clique toys, no niggas wasting heat I cop that 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 Every industry done had her or treat like a pumpkin just to smash her Bitches codes, but Im the password Now its time for niggas to shut down shit If you yappin in the club then you They say he trippin, on some greyhound 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, need a Took em shopping, bought em pair of shoes Ha, Im a ass nigga, fuck you!