Till I Die (feat. T.I.)

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 car for every color of the rainbow Fuck all that going back and forth with a dirty bitch I shoot that hoe with the .44 I'm ridin' dirty with 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) Okay now bank, bank, R-O-Double L, only thing a young nigga stack Niggas ain't tryna get racks, they rather sit on their ass, nigga what the fuck is that Nigga 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 Bitch I'm a urban legend, carry 'round a Smith N Wesson Case a nigga wanna test me Fuck it man, motivate all my niggas, I'ma stack this shit up with my team Went from rag to riches now I keep them bankrolls in my jeans Drag racin' on Peachtree, that's some shit that you've never seen Now I'm here with the king And know we all 'bout the bankroll But got a car for every color of the rainbow Fuck all that going back and forth with a dirty bitch I shoot that hoe with the .44 I'm ridin' dirty with 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 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 nigga I don't like her Did shit 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 Pussy nigga ever did respect my presence Fully automatic let you have these pellets Pellets, pellets, pellets, pellets, pew your bed gone nigga We're puttin' on nigga, got long scrilla Got a bad bitch 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 nigga, he made a mill I made a double that The nigga 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 bitches hella bad Ran out of cab nigga never add And know we all 'bout the bankroll But got a car for every color of the rainbow Fuck all that going back and forth with a dirty bitch I shoot that hoe with the .44 I'm ridin' dirty with 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)