My bank account, me to calm 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 the shine is what I do though Bitch, you know Im flexin I a necklace and a 2 do Monday in the Rolly, Tuesday in the RnB killin rap niggas, thats just I do though These niggas is lame, they always complain and doin the same 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 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 watch my number 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 that up, get up boy you cant get rid of Dont fuck my old bitch, its like a bad fur Every industry done had her Trick or like a pumpkin just to smash her breaking codes, but Im the password Now its time for niggas to shut down shit If you yappin in the then you surrounded They say he trippin, on some greyhound 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 on his chest, holding his heart, pledge of allegiance Damn, his bitch cold, a Theraflu Took em shopping, bought em 1500 pair of Ha, Im a cold ass nigga, you!