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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Asmil Rodriguez
Asmil Rodriguez
Songwriter
Ian O'Neill Smith
Ian O'Neill Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Producer
Nicco "Neek" Catalano
Nicco "Neek" Catalano
Mixing Engineer
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Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
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—?)
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Bridge]
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
[Chorus]
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
Written by: Asmil Rodriguez, Ian Smith
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