My bank account, tellin me to down The tellin me to climb down Ha, niggas talkin, let me find out Could give a fuck about bitch Im on now Ha, you know the shine is I do though Bitch, you Im flexin I bought 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, they always complain and doin the same Get all up on twitter, get followers, suckin the same dick Im tired of these niggas, tired of arguin over the same Niggas funny like comics, Im nigga, I aint rich My shit be up in galleries, a million I paint bitch Pop records bought me Ferrari, thats a lane switch it up on you niggas watch my number change Grown up on you niggas, yeah my number Hit-boy, all rappers wasting 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 boy you cant get rid of Dont with my old bitch, its like a bad fur Every industry nigga had her Trick or treat like a pumpkin just to her Bitches breaking codes, but Im the Now its time for young to shut down shit If you yappin in the club you surrounded They say he trippin, on greyhound shit He listen, now he listening to the ground bitch Put him out, hes all the sneakers on his chest, he barely breathin Like its lights out, he took a 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!