Ken Car$on - Till I Die lyrics

[Intro] (Outtatown but we never outta money) (8-808) [Verse] You already knew what it was You already know what it is Now she wanna fu*k 'cause I'm up Now she wanna fu*k 'cause I'm lit I told you, we get high as fu*k I got your b*tch off a G6 She fallin' for me and you fallin' for her I fu*k on these b*tches, I can't fall in love, yeah I fu*k on these b*tches, I can't fall in love I don't fu*k with these ni**as, I give 'em a mug They askin' me, "Why?" I gave 'em a shrug He claimin' he gang but that boy a dub Talk down on my name, we sendin' 'em slugs I rock Helmut Lang, I'm swaggin' it up I fu*ked on your main, she don't give a fu*k about it These ni**as just talk, they ain't 'bout it They be slippin', they ain't really slidin' They just in the car, they ain't really riding I swear, everything I do exotic I swear, everything I do, these ni**as know 'bout it I go to the bank, I make a deposit He broke and he stank, yeah, he ain't nobody I can't remember sh*t, I was off molly I'm rollin', I'm rollin', I can't feel my body These b*tches be ho-ing, these b*tches be sloppy For me, yeah, she goin', she empty your pockets You bought her Chanel and I bought her some Takis You bought her a bag, I bought her some chips Either way it go, your b*tch gettin' flipped You still in here, she let me fu*k off the rip FN Five-seveN came with a grip If it's a problem, shoot him in his lip Raf Simons shirt, check out my drip Your b*tch a flirt, fu*k her and then dip I don't want her, I want a zip Shoutout my plug, he get a tip These ni**as be scrubs, these ni**as ain't built They ain't nothin' like us, these ni**as ain't real If it go down, we know you gon' spill I'm pourin' up lean, I'm crackin' the seal I'm rollin' up weed, you know I got pills You ain't high as me, lil' boy need to chill I get so high, I cannot feel I want me a B, I want me some Ms I'm talkin' 'bout the bills, I'm talkin' 'bout the mills You procrastinate and I go for the kill Anything I want I get it for real I work in this sh*t like a nine-to-five I ain't goin' broke as long as I'm alive b*tch, I'ma be chasin' the racks 'til I die fu*k it, I'm flippin' these packs 'til I die fu*k it, I'm breakin' her back 'til I die fu*k it, I'm countin' these racks 'til I die Let it stack 'til I die, let that sh*t multiply Ayy, yeah