Till I Die - K Camp feat T.I
[K Camp:]
All my n_ggas 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
[Hook - T.I.:]
And know we all 'bout the bankroll
But got a car for every color of the rainbow
F_ck all that going back and forth with a dirty b_tch
I shoot that hoe with the .44 I'm ridin' dirty with [and d_ck it down?]
Countin' money blowin' weed 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)
[Verse 1 - K Camp:]
Okay now bank, bank, R-O-Double L, only thing a young n_gga stack
N_ggas ain't tryna get racks, they rather sit on their ass, n_gga what the f_ck is that
N_gga that's from [?], side note I want a mill
Pea coat dressed to kill, introduce you to the real
Remember them nights I was dead ass broke, while I still had a milly on my mind
Still had dreams I would get it, still had dreams I would win I ain't waste no time
This that trap music, urban legend
B_tch I'm a urban legend, carry 'round a Smith N Wesson
Case a n_gga wanna test me
F_ck it man, motivate all my n_ggas, 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 Peachtree, that's some sh_t that you've never seen
Now I'm here with the king
[Hook - T.I.:]
And know we all 'bout the bankroll
But got a car for every color of the rainbow
F_ck all that going back and forth with a dirty b_tch
I shoot that hoe with the .44 I'm ridin' dirty with [and d_ck it down?]
Countin' money blowin' weed 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
[Verse 2 - T.I.:]
Hold up, what it look like
I got your girl with a girl like a bulldagger
Going hard, on an all-nighter
And then I give it back to ya n_gga I don't like her
Did sh_t easy or 1-2-3, 911 in emergency
If I swerve this lac and spill this cognac [?] ho check it
Looking for some trouble well your ass gonna get it
Never hesitate and share a time my peasant
P_ssy n_gga ever did respect my presence
Fully automatic let you have these pellets
Pellets, pellets, pellets, pellets, pew your bed gone n_gga
We're puttin' on n_gga, got long scrilla
Got a bad b_tch 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 n_gga, he made a mill I made a double that
The n_gga had her eating double stacks
I fill her pockets full with double stack
She doing right, get another rack
Crib with a hella pad, full of fine b_tches hella bad
Ran out of cab n_gga never add
[Hook - T.I.:]
And know we all 'bout the bankroll
But got a car for every color of the rainbow
F_ck all that going back and forth with a dirty b_tch
I shoot that hoe with the .44 I'm ridin' dirty with (and d_ck it down) [?]
Countin' money blowin' weed 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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