My bank account, tellin me to down 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 flexin I bought a and a 2 do in the Rolly, Tuesday in the Hublot RnB killin rap niggas, thats what I do though niggas is lame, they always 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 bitch Niggas funny like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I rich My shit be up in galleries, a million when I paint Pop bought me this Ferrari, thats a lane switch Switch it up on you niggas watch my change Grown up on you niggas, yeah my changed Hit-boy, all these rappers wasting I bought all my clique toys, no niggas wasting heat Yeah I cop big noise, aka Im TNT I blow 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 treat like a just to smash her breaking codes, but Im the password Now its for young niggas to shut down shit If you yappin in the club you surrounded They say he trippin, on greyhound shit He didnt listen, now he to the ground bitch Put him out, hes With all the sneakers on his chest, he breathin Like its lights out, he a beatin on his chest, holding his heart, pledge of allegiance Damn, his bitch cold, a Theraflu Took em shopping, bought em 1500 pair of Ha, Im a ass nigga, fuck you!