My bank account, tellin me to down The tellin 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 flexin I a necklace and a 2 do in the Rolly, Tuesday in the Hublot RnB rap niggas, thats just what I do though These niggas is lame, always complain and doin the same shit Get all up on twitter, tryna get followers, suckin the same Im tired of these niggas, tired of arguin over the same Niggas funny like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I rich My shit be up in galleries, a when I paint bitch Pop records bought me this Ferrari, thats a switch it up on you niggas watch my number change Grown up on you niggas, yeah my number Hit-boy, all these wasting beats I bought all my clique toys, aint no niggas wasting I cop that big noise, aka Im TNT I blow shit up, get up Cause boy you get rid of fuck with 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 young niggas to down shit If you yappin in the club then you They say he trippin, on some greyhound He didnt listen, now he listening to the ground Put him out, hes With all the on his chest, he barely breathin its lights 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 pair of shoes Ha, Im a ass nigga, fuck you!