My bank account, me to calm down The billboards tellin me to down Ha, niggas pillow talkin, let me out Could give a fuck about bitch Im on now Ha, you know the shine is I do though Bitch, you Im flexin I bought a necklace and a 2 do in the Rolly, Tuesday in the Hublot RnB killin rap niggas, thats just what I do These niggas is lame, they always and doin 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 when I paint bitch Pop bought me this Ferrari, thats a lane switch Switch it up on you niggas watch my number up on you niggas, yeah my number changed Hit-boy, all these rappers wasting I bought all my clique toys, aint no 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 nigga had her or treat like a pumpkin just to smash her Bitches codes, but Im the password Now its time for young niggas to shut shit If you in the club then you surrounded They say he trippin, on some 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 pair of shoes Ha, Im a cold ass nigga, you!