Chris Travis - Till The Day lyrics

[Verse 1] People talk about me but b**h I don't give a f** I'm sitting count money, trying to find a b**h to lust Pull up on your girlfriend in a tour bus Pull up with her best friend in her moma Porsche Damn, I'm so hot I call myself a walking torch Catch me every friday smoking weed on the porch Young king, b**h I eat with hundred dollar forks Pure grape vines wrapped around my f**ing fork Big blunt smoking, b**h we about to go aboard I wake up every day and feel paid, thank the lord Everything I got on, b**h you probably can't afford But everything I got on made by me but ain't in stores [Hook x2] Damn, I can't wait to get me an accountant Till the damn day I'm stacking money and I'm counting Till the damn day I'm with my n***as and we lounging Till the day I go, I keep my mind clear and cloudy [Verse 2] Young Kenshin Travis b**h I'm wet like fish pores I dive in the sea and I k** to the shores They try to bite me, but b**h I won't ever budge I will terrorize you like your a** on The Grudge Damn, why they talking down like I give a f**? I don't wish sh** on a man, but good luck Show me my opponent that he'll leave with missing guts b**h, I'm a lion and I don't f** with scrubs b**h