Till The Day lyrics

[Verse 1]
People talk about me but b*tch I don't give a f*ck
I'm sitting count money, trying to find a b*tch 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*tch I eat with hundred dollar forks
Pure grape vines wrapped around my f*cking fork
Big blunt smoking, b*tch we about to go aboard
I wake up every day and feel paid, thank the lord
Everything I got on, b*tch you probably can't afford
But everything I got on made by me but ain't in stores

[Hook]
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*ggas and we lounging
Till the day I go, I keep my mind clear and cloudy
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*ggas and we lounging
Till the day I go, I keep my mind clear and cloudy

[Verse 2]
Young Kenshin Travis b*tch I'm wet like fish pores
I dive in the sea and I kill to the shores
They try to bite me, but b*tch I won't ever budge
I will terrorize you like your ass on The Grudge
Damn, why they talking down like I give a f*ck?
I don't wish sh*t on a man, but good luck
Show me my opponent bet he'll leave with missing guts
b*tch, I'm a lion and I don't f*ck with scrubs
b*tch