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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 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 SongtexteIf 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! Aus Songtexte Mania