My bank account, tellin me to down The billboards me to climb down Ha, niggas talkin, let me find out Could give a about later bitch Im on now Ha, you know the is what I do though Bitch, you know Im I bought a necklace and a 2 do Monday in the Rolly, Tuesday in the RnB killin rap niggas, just what I do though niggas is lame, they always complain and doin the same shit Get all up on twitter, tryna get followers, the same dick Im of these niggas, tired of arguin over the same bitch funny like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I aint rich My be up in galleries, a million when I paint bitch Pop records bought me this Ferrari, thats a switch Switch it up on you niggas my number change up on you niggas, yeah my number changed Hit-boy, all these rappers beats I bought all my clique toys, aint no niggas heat I cop that big noise, aka Im TNT I that shit up, get up boy you cant get rid of Dont with my old bitch, its like a bad fur Every industry done had her or treat like a pumpkin just 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 all the sneakers on his chest, he barely breathin Like its out, he took a beatin Hand on his chest, holding his heart, of allegiance Damn, his bitch cold, a Theraflu Took em shopping, bought em 1500 of shoes Ha, Im a ass nigga, fuck you!