My bank account, tellin me to down The tellin me to climb down Ha, niggas pillow talkin, let me out Could give a fuck about later Im on now Ha, you know the shine is I do though Bitch, you know Im I bought a necklace 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 always complain and the same shit Get all up on twitter, tryna get followers, suckin the same Im tired of these niggas, tired of arguin the same bitch Niggas funny comics, Im wealthy nigga, I aint rich My shit be up in galleries, a million when I paint Pop records bought me this Ferrari, a lane switch Switch it up on you niggas watch my change up on you niggas, yeah my number changed Hit-boy, all these rappers beats I bought all my clique toys, aint no niggas wasting I cop that big noise, aka Im TNT I that 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 treat a pumpkin just to smash her Bitches 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 greyhound shit He didnt listen, now he listening to the ground Put him out, hes With all the on his chest, he barely breathin Like its lights out, he took a on his chest, holding his heart, pledge of allegiance Damn, his bitch cold, a Theraflu em shopping, bought em 1500 pair of shoes Ha, Im a ass nigga, fuck you!