My bank account, tellin me to down The billboards me to climb down Ha, niggas 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 bought a and a 2 do Monday in the Rolly, Tuesday in the 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, tryna get followers, suckin the dick Im of these niggas, tired of arguin over the same bitch funny like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I aint rich My shit be up in galleries, a million I paint bitch Pop records bought me this Ferrari, a lane switch Switch it up on you niggas watch my number up on you niggas, yeah my number changed Hit-boy, all these rappers wasting I bought all my toys, aint no niggas wasting heat I cop that big noise, aka Im TNT I blow that up, get up Cause boy you get rid of Dont with my old bitch, its like a bad fur Every industry done had her Trick or treat like a pumpkin just to her Bitches codes, but Im the password Now its time for young to shut down shit If you yappin in the then you surrounded They say he trippin, on greyhound shit He didnt listen, now he to the ground bitch Put him out, hes With all the on his chest, he barely breathin Like its lights out, he took a 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 cold ass nigga, you!