My bank account, tellin me to calm The tellin me to climb down Ha, pillow talkin, let me find out Could give a about 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 in the Rolly, Tuesday in the Hublot RnB killin rap niggas, just what I do though These niggas is lame, they always complain and doin the shit Get all up on twitter, get followers, suckin the same dick Im tired of these niggas, tired of arguin over the bitch Niggas funny comics, Im wealthy nigga, I aint rich My shit be up in galleries, a million when I paint Pop records me this Ferrari, thats a lane switch Switch it up on you niggas watch my number Grown up on you niggas, yeah my changed Hit-boy, all these rappers beats I bought all my clique toys, aint no wasting heat I cop that big noise, aka Im TNT I blow shit up, get up Cause boy you get rid of fuck with my old bitch, its like a bad fur Every industry done had her Trick or like a pumpkin just to smash her Bitches breaking codes, but Im the Now its time for niggas to shut down shit If you in the club then you surrounded They say he trippin, on greyhound shit He listen, now he listening to the ground bitch Put him out, hes With all the sneakers on his chest, he breathin Like its out, he took a beatin Hand on his chest, holding his heart, pledge of Damn, his bitch cold, need a Took em shopping, bought em 1500 pair of Ha, Im a cold ass nigga, you!