My bank account telling me to calm down The billboards telling me to climb down Ha, niggas pillow talking, let me find out Could give a fuck about later bitch I’m on now Ha, you know the shine is what I do though Bitch, you know I’m flexing about a necklace and a 2 do’ Monday in the Rolly, Tuesday in the Hublot RnB killing rap niggas, that’s just what I do though
These niggas is lame, they always complain and doing the same shit Get all up on twitter, tryna get followers, sucking the same d¡ck I’m tired of these niggas, tired of arguing over the same bitch Niggas funny like comics, I’m wealthy nigga, I ain’t rich My shit be up in galleries, a million when I paint bitch Pop records bought me this Ferrari, that’s 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, ain’t no niggas wasting heat Yeah I cop that big noise, aka I’m TNT I blow that shit up, get up Cause boy you can’t get rid of Don’t fuck with my old bitch, it’s like a bad fur Every industry nigga done had her Trick or treat like a pumpkin just to smash her Bitches breaking codes, but I’m the password
Now it’s time for young niggas to shut down shit If you yapping in the club then you surrounded They say he tripping, on some greyhound shit He didn’t listen, now he listening to the ground bitch Put him out, he’s sleeping With all the sneakers on his chest, he barely breathing Like it’s lights out, he took a beating 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 I’m a cold ass nigga, fuck you!