My bank account, me to calm down The billboards tellin me to climb Ha, pillow talkin, let me find out Could give a fuck about bitch Im on now Ha, you know the 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, the same dick 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 me this Ferrari, thats a lane switch Switch it up on you niggas watch my change Grown up on you niggas, my number changed Hit-boy, all these wasting beats I bought all my clique toys, aint no niggas wasting I cop that big noise, aka Im TNT I blow that up, get up boy you cant get rid of Dont fuck my old bitch, its like a bad fur Every industry nigga had her Trick or treat like a pumpkin just to her Bitches codes, but Im the password Now its time for young to shut down shit If you in the club then you surrounded They say he trippin, on greyhound shit He didnt listen, now he to the ground 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, holding his heart, pledge of Damn, his cold, need a Theraflu Took em shopping, em 1500 pair of shoes Ha, Im a cold ass nigga, you!