Til I Die Testo

You know I laugh at people like you
(Haha, what the f—?)
(Haha, what the f—?, Haha, what the f—?)
Yeah, huh, huh

Ten thousand dollar pair of runners on my feet, huh
Ten dime shawties damn near runnin' towards the key, huh
Ten private flights, ho gon' wonder where I'm at, huh
Boy wan' ball with us? Bitch, yo' 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', fuck 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 smoking exotic, she rubbin' my body
I bring her out to Miami, The bitch had the time of her life
You can come get the rest of her after
I'm hot as wasabi, I'm fresher than water, My pockets on quarterback in size, they massive
Fuck, why would I wait for a ho'? I got my Timberlands on, Why would I wait at yo' door?
Huh, how 'bout you pay 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 shawties damn near runnin' towards the key, huh
Ten private flights, ho gon' wonder where I'm at, huh
Boy wan' ball with us? Bitch, yo' 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', fuck 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

(Get paid until I die)
(Get paid until I die)