My bank account, me to calm down The billboards tellin me to climb Ha, niggas talkin, let me find out Could give a fuck later bitch Im on now Ha, you the shine is what I do though Bitch, you Im flexin I bought a necklace and a 2 do Monday in the Rolly, Tuesday in the RnB killin rap niggas, thats what I do though These niggas is lame, they always complain and the same shit Get all up on twitter, tryna get followers, suckin the same Im tired of these niggas, tired of over the same bitch Niggas funny comics, Im wealthy nigga, I aint rich My shit be up in galleries, a million when I bitch Pop records bought me this Ferrari, thats a switch it up on you niggas watch my number change Grown up on you niggas, my number changed Hit-boy, all these rappers wasting I bought all my toys, aint 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 with my old bitch, its a bad fur Every industry done had her Trick or like a pumpkin just to smash her breaking codes, but Im the password Now its time for young to shut down shit If you yappin in the then you surrounded They say he trippin, on some shit He didnt listen, now he listening to the 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 em shopping, bought em 1500 pair of shoes Ha, Im a ass nigga, fuck you!