Till The Day - Chris Travis

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 bet he’ll leave with missing guts

Bitch, I’m a lion and I don’t fuck with scrubs

Bitch