Lyrics
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
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Artist: chris travis