My bank account, tellin me to down The billboards tellin me to down Ha, niggas talkin, let me find out Could give a fuck 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 Monday in the Rolly, Tuesday in the RnB killin rap niggas, just what I do though 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, of arguin over the same bitch Niggas funny like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I 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 Grown up on you niggas, yeah my changed Hit-boy, all these rappers beats I all my clique toys, aint no niggas wasting heat I cop that big noise, aka Im TNT I that shit up, get up boy you cant get rid of Dont fuck my old bitch, its like a bad fur Every industry done had her Trick or treat like a pumpkin to smash her Bitches codes, but Im the password Now its time for young niggas to shut shit If you yappin in the then you surrounded say he trippin, on some greyhound shit He didnt listen, now he listening to the 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, his heart, pledge of allegiance Damn, his bitch cold, a Theraflu Took em shopping, bought em 1500 pair of Ha, Im a cold ass nigga, you!