My bank account, tellin me to calm down
The billboards tellin me to climb down
Ha, niggas pillow talkin, let me find out
Could give a fuck about later bitch Im on now
Ha, you know the shine is what I do though
Bitch, you know Im flexin I bought a necklace and a 2 do
Monday in the Rolly, Tuesday in the Hublot
RnB killin rap niggas, thats just what I do though
These niggas is lame, they always complain and doin the same shit
Get all up on twitter, tryna get followers, suckin the same dick
Im tired of these niggas, tired of arguin over the same bitch
Niggas funny like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I aint rich
My shit be up in galleries, a million when I paint bitch
Pop records bought me this Ferrari, thats a lane switch
Switch it up on you niggas watch my number change
Grown up on you niggas, yeah my number changed
Hit-boy, all these rappers wasting beats
I bought all my clique toys, aint no niggas wasting heat
Yeah I cop that big noise, aka Im TNT
I blow that shit up, get up
Cause boy you cant get rid of
Dont fuck with my old bitch, its like a bad fur
Every industry nigga done had her
Trick or treat like a pumpkin just to smash her
Bitches breaking codes, but Im the password
Now its time for young niggas to shut down shit
If you yappin in the club then you surrounded
They say he trippin, on some greyhound shit
He didnt listen, now he listening to the ground bitch
Put him out, hes sleepin
With all the sneakers on his chest, he barely breathin
Like its lights out, he took a beatin
Hand on his chest, holding his heart, pledge of allegiance
Damn, his bitch cold, need a Theraflu
Took em shopping, bought em 1500 pair of shoes
Ha, Theraflu
Im a cold ass nigga, fuck you!