till the day

people talk about me but bitch i don't give a fuck

i'm sitting count money

trying to find a bitch 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

bitch i eat with hundred dollar forks

pure grape vines wrapped around my fucking fork

big blunt smoking

bitch we about to go aboard

i wake up every day and feel paid

thank the lord

everything i got on

bitch you probably can't afford

but everything i got on made by me but ain't in stores

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 niggas 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 niggas and we lounging

till the day i go

i keep my mind clear and cloudy

young kenshin travis bitch i'm wet like fish pores

i dive in the sea and i kill to the shores

they try to bite me

but bitch i won't ever budge

i will terrorize you like your ass on the grudge

damn

why they talking down like i give a fuck?

i don't wish shit on a man

but good luck

show me my opponent that he'll leave with missing guts

bitch

i'm a lion and i don't fuck with scrubs

bitch