Till I Die (直到我死去) - K Camp/Jeremih All my niggas get reckless, I got your rent on my necklace She keep calling for seconds, between her legs is a blessing Might just fly out to Texas and stack it up just like Tetris Spare my heart in these sessions, I let her go learn my lesson And know we all 'bout the bankroll
But got a coffee every color of the rainbow
F**k all that going back and forth with a dirty b**ch I shoot that hoe with the 44 I'm ridin' dirty with (and dick it down) Countin' money blowin' w**d in the back (in the back) Hundred K, two or three in the sack (in the sack) And all we know is double up and stay fly (stay fly) And run that check up, be a hustler till I die (till I die) Okay now bang, bang, only thing a young ni**a stack Niggas ain't tryna get racks, they rather sit on their a** Ni**a what the f**k is that Ni**a that's some ... Side note I want a mill P code dressed to kill, introduce you to the real
Remember them nights I was dead a** broke, while I still had a milly on my mind Still had dreams I would get it, still had dreams I would win ain't never waste no time This that trap music, urban legend B**ch I'm a urban legend, carry 'round a Smith N Wesson Case a ni**a wanna test it
F**k it man, motivate all my niggas, I'ma stack this sh*t up with my team Went from rag to riches now I keep them bankrolls in my jeans Drag racin' on peace treaties, that's some sh*t that you'd never see Now I'm here with the king And know we all 'bout the bankroll
But got a coffee for every color of the rainbow
F**k all that going back and forth with a dirty b**ch
I shoot that hoe with the 44 I'm ridin' dirty with (and dick it down)
Countin' money blowin' w**d in the back (in the back) Hundred K, two or three in the sack
And all we know is double up and stay fly
And run that check up, be a hustler till I die
Hold up, it what it look like I got your girl with a girl like a Going, hard, on a all nighter And then I give it back to ya ni**a I don't like her Did sh*t easy or 1-2-3, 911 in emergency
If I swerve that...
Oh check it Looking for some trouble well your a** gonna get it Never hesitate and share a time my peasant P**sy ni**a ever did respect my presence Fully automatic peel it Peel it, peel it, peel it, peel it, pew your bed gone ni**a We're puttin' on ni**a, got loan scrilla Got a bad b**ch with no thong with em And she walkin' out like King Kong hit her So good made her running back She said she gave it all to the wrong ni**a, he made a mill I made a double that The ni**a had her eating double stacks I fell ... stack She doing right, get another rack Crib with a hella pad, full of fine b**ches hella bad Ran out of cab ni**a never add And know we all 'bout the bankroll But got a coffee every color of the rainbow Look at all the going back and forth with a dirty b**ch
I shoot that hoe with the 44 I'm ridin' dirty with (and dick it down)
Countin' money blowin' w**d in the back (in the back) Hundred K, two or three in the sack (in the sack) And all we know is double up and stay fly (stay fly) And run that check up, be a hustler till I die (till I die)
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Countin' money blowin' w**d in the back (in the back) Hundred K, two or three in the sack (in the sack) And all we know is double up and stay fly (stay fly) And run that check up, be a hustler till I die (till I die)
