My bank account, tellin me to calm The billboards tellin me to climb Ha, niggas pillow talkin, let me out Could a fuck about later bitch Im on now Ha, you know the shine is what I do Bitch, you know Im flexin I bought a and a 2 do Monday in the Rolly, 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, tryna get followers, suckin the same Im tired of these niggas, tired of over the same bitch Niggas funny like comics, Im nigga, I aint rich My shit be up in galleries, a million when I bitch Pop records bought me this Ferrari, a lane switch Switch it up on you niggas my number change Grown up on you niggas, yeah my number Hit-boy, all these wasting beats I all my clique toys, aint no niggas wasting heat Yeah I cop big noise, aka Im TNT I blow shit up, get up Cause boy you 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 breaking codes, but Im the Now its time for young niggas to down shit If you in the club then you surrounded They say he trippin, on some greyhound He listen, now he listening to the ground bitch Put him out, hes With all the sneakers on his chest, he barely Like its lights out, he took a Hand on his chest, his heart, pledge of allegiance Damn, his cold, need a Theraflu Took em shopping, bought em 1500 of shoes Ha, Im a ass nigga, fuck you!