My bank account, me to calm down The billboards tellin me to climb Ha, niggas pillow talkin, let me out give a fuck about later bitch Im on now Ha, you the shine is what 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, suckin the dick Im of these niggas, tired of arguin over the same bitch Niggas funny comics, Im wealthy nigga, I aint rich My shit be up in galleries, a million I paint bitch Pop records bought me Ferrari, thats a lane switch it up on you niggas watch my number change Grown up on you niggas, yeah my number 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 that shit up, get up Cause boy you get rid of Dont fuck my old bitch, its like a bad fur industry nigga done had her Trick or like a pumpkin just to smash her Bitches breaking codes, but Im the Now its time for young niggas to down shit If you yappin in the then you surrounded say he trippin, on some greyhound shit He listen, now he listening to the ground bitch 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 bitch cold, need a Took em shopping, em 1500 pair of shoes Ha, Im a ass nigga, fuck you!