My bank account, tellin me to calm The tellin me to climb down Ha, pillow talkin, let me find out Could give a fuck later bitch 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 rap niggas, thats just what I do though These niggas is lame, they always complain and doin the shit Get all up on twitter, get followers, suckin the same dick Im tired of niggas, tired of arguin over the same bitch Niggas funny like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I rich My shit be up in galleries, a million I paint bitch Pop records bought me this Ferrari, thats a switch Switch it up on you niggas watch my number Grown up on you niggas, yeah my number 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 blow that up, get up Cause boy you get rid of fuck with my old bitch, its like a bad fur Every nigga done had her Trick or treat like a just to smash her breaking codes, but Im the password Now its time for niggas to shut down shit If you in the club then you surrounded They say he trippin, on greyhound shit He didnt listen, now he listening to the bitch Put him out, hes With all the sneakers on his chest, he barely its lights out, he took a beatin Hand on his chest, holding his heart, pledge of Damn, his bitch cold, a Theraflu Took em shopping, bought em 1500 pair of Ha, Im a ass nigga, fuck you!