My bank account, tellin me to calm The billboards tellin me to climb Ha, niggas pillow talkin, let me out Could give a fuck about later Im on now Ha, you the shine is what I do though Bitch, you know Im flexin I a necklace and a 2 do Monday in the Rolly, in the Hublot RnB killin rap niggas, thats just what I do These niggas is lame, always complain and doin the same shit Get all up on twitter, tryna get followers, suckin the same Im tired of niggas, tired of arguin over the same bitch Niggas funny like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I aint My be up in galleries, a million when I paint bitch Pop records bought me this Ferrari, thats a lane 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 wasting heat Yeah I cop 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 nigga done had her Trick or treat a pumpkin just to smash her Bitches breaking codes, but Im the Now its time for niggas to shut down shit If you yappin in the club then you say he trippin, on some greyhound shit He didnt listen, now he to the ground bitch Put him out, hes With all the sneakers on his chest, he barely Like its lights out, he 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 ass nigga, fuck you!