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 i'm on now
 ha, you know the shine is what i do though
 bitch, you know i'm flexin' i bought a necklace and a 2 do'
 monday in the rolly, tuesday in the hublot
 rnb killin' rap niggas, that's 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
 i'm tired of these niggas, tired of arguin' over the same bitch
 niggas funny like comics, i'm wealthy nigga, i aint 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, aint 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 yappin' in the club then you surrounded
 they say he trippin', on some greyhound shit
 he didn't listen, now he listening to the ground bitch
 put him out, he's sleepin'
 with all the sneakers on his chest, he barely breathin'
 like it's 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
 i'm a cold ass nigga, fuck you!