Till I Die
You know, I laugh at people like you (Haha, what the f—?)
(Haha, what the f—? Haha, what the f—?)
Yeah, huh (Haha, what the f—?)
(What the f—?)
Huh, ten thousand dollar pair of runners on my feet
Huh, ten dime shorties damn near runnin' towards the key
Huh, ten private flights, ho gon' wonder where I'm at
Huh, boy wan' ball with us, get your fundamentals down
Damn, damn, pockets stuffed up
I'm not showin' face without my blunt, I need plus one
I can't spare no favor for no ho, fucked my trust up
I'm not sure what made me fall in love with the money sign
But I know I'ma get paid until I die
Huh, my new ho a model, she know how to time it
I'm smokin' exotic, she rubbin' my body
I bring her to Miami, the bitch had the time of her life
You can come get the rest of her after
I'm hot than wasabi, I'm fresher than water
My pockets on quarterback size, they massive
Fuck, why would I wait for a ho?
I got my Timberlands on, why would I wait at your door?
Huh, how 'bout you pass me my money? Huh, I am not playin' along
Maybe I said too much, huh, but I never did you wrong
Damn, ten thousand dollar pair of runners on my feet
Huh, ten dime shorties damn near runnin' towards the key
Huh, ten private flights, ho gon' wonder where I'm at
Huh, boy wan' ball with us, get your fundamentals down
Damn, damn, pockets stuffed up
I'm not showin' face without my blunt, I need plus one
I can't spare no favor for no ho, fucked my trust up
I'm not sure what made me fall in love with the money sign
But I know I'ma get paid until I die
Huh, I'ma get paid until I die
I'ma get paid until I die
I'ma get paid until I die
I'ma get paid until I die
Huh, ten thousand dollar pair of runners on my feet
Huh, ten dime shorties damn near runnin' towards the key
Huh, ten private flights, ho gon' wonder where I'm at
Huh, boy wan' ball with us, get your fundamentals down
Damn, damn, pockets stuffed up
I'm not showin' face without my blunt, I need plus one
I can't spare no favor for no ho, fucked my trust up
I'm not sure what made me fall in love with the money sign
But I know I'ma get paid until I die
(Haha, what the f—? Haha, what the f—?)
Yeah, huh (Haha, what the f—?)
(What the f—?)
Huh, ten thousand dollar pair of runners on my feet
Huh, ten dime shorties damn near runnin' towards the key
Huh, ten private flights, ho gon' wonder where I'm at
Huh, boy wan' ball with us, get your fundamentals down
Damn, damn, pockets stuffed up
I'm not showin' face without my blunt, I need plus one
I can't spare no favor for no ho, fucked my trust up
I'm not sure what made me fall in love with the money sign
But I know I'ma get paid until I die
Huh, my new ho a model, she know how to time it
I'm smokin' exotic, she rubbin' my body
I bring her to Miami, the bitch had the time of her life
You can come get the rest of her after
I'm hot than wasabi, I'm fresher than water
My pockets on quarterback size, they massive
Fuck, why would I wait for a ho?
I got my Timberlands on, why would I wait at your door?
Huh, how 'bout you pass me my money? Huh, I am not playin' along
Maybe I said too much, huh, but I never did you wrong
Damn, ten thousand dollar pair of runners on my feet
Huh, ten dime shorties damn near runnin' towards the key
Huh, ten private flights, ho gon' wonder where I'm at
Huh, boy wan' ball with us, get your fundamentals down
Damn, damn, pockets stuffed up
I'm not showin' face without my blunt, I need plus one
I can't spare no favor for no ho, fucked my trust up
I'm not sure what made me fall in love with the money sign
But I know I'ma get paid until I die
Huh, I'ma get paid until I die
I'ma get paid until I die
I'ma get paid until I die
I'ma get paid until I die
Huh, ten thousand dollar pair of runners on my feet
Huh, ten dime shorties damn near runnin' towards the key
Huh, ten private flights, ho gon' wonder where I'm at
Huh, boy wan' ball with us, get your fundamentals down
Damn, damn, pockets stuffed up
I'm not showin' face without my blunt, I need plus one
I can't spare no favor for no ho, fucked my trust up
I'm not sure what made me fall in love with the money sign
But I know I'ma get paid until I die
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Writer(s): Asmil Rodriguez, Ian Smith
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