Fuck sleep
by Kid Ink
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Bet you ain´t know, you ain´t know
When you dozed off, I was gettin´ money
Yeah, I was gettin´ money nigga
Fuck sleep, so fuck sleep
Fuck sleep, gettin´ it
(Turn the lights on)
Uh, eyes wide open
We´ve been up all night, I ain´t even notice, fuck sleep
You know the money is the motive
To the morning, I be hungry every moment, man a nigga gotta eat
Cookin´ up, no pyrex, if´s IMAX my weight up
You could check my biceps
I´m puttin´ for on my team, holdin´ me down like Maurice
I ain´t in no hurry, to ain´t got no worries
So, ain´t no rest for me now
Look around and I got mo´ bills than Destiny´s Child
Everywhere that I go, you should know the motto
"My time is my money" and I always need mo´
So fuck sleep
Cause I got a lot of bills, and nobody gon´ pay ´em, but me
I keep my mind on my money, nigga I don´t love these hoes
Fuck sleep!
Uhh, you could chill, when I stack these bills
Why you think these bitches love me?
Fuck sleep
Bet you ain´t know, you ain´t know
When you dozed off, I was gettin´ money
So fuck sleep, fuck sleep
(Turn the lights on)
I got her legs wide open
Late night, undercover freaks so you know it´s no sheets
Then it´s back to the work, fuck first and then the fifthteenth
I´m tryna get pay day erry´week
And it´s tha only way to be, work hard, cause I need soft leather on the seat
See the money all the top, and the only thing I breathe
Is that California Kush, God blessed me like a sneeze
I gotta keep it real, but I´m livin´ in a dream
If you made it from the bottom, then you just know what I mean
Everything on the other side ain´t always what it seems
But I heard that there´s some green, so I gotta go and see
In the matter of the week, I make two hunnits G´s
Fake niggas takin´ breaks, real niggas gotta eat
I told my nigga, Jah, when you get back on the streets
I´mma drop a bag on ´em, put a Maybach on his feet
Make millions off of beats and the melodies are sweet
I keep my shades on cause I ain´t slumbered in weeks
I´m dippin´ down a freak, I´m bustin´ off like: "Blocka, blocka!"
And sleep, I don´t need nada, champagne is my Viagra
When you dozed off, I was gettin´ money
Yeah, I was gettin´ money nigga
Fuck sleep, so fuck sleep
Fuck sleep, gettin´ it
(Turn the lights on)
Uh, eyes wide open
We´ve been up all night, I ain´t even notice, fuck sleep
You know the money is the motive
To the morning, I be hungry every moment, man a nigga gotta eat
Cookin´ up, no pyrex, if´s IMAX my weight up
You could check my biceps
I´m puttin´ for on my team, holdin´ me down like Maurice
I ain´t in no hurry, to ain´t got no worries
So, ain´t no rest for me now
Look around and I got mo´ bills than Destiny´s Child
Everywhere that I go, you should know the motto
"My time is my money" and I always need mo´
So fuck sleep
Cause I got a lot of bills, and nobody gon´ pay ´em, but me
I keep my mind on my money, nigga I don´t love these hoes
Fuck sleep!
Uhh, you could chill, when I stack these bills
Why you think these bitches love me?
Fuck sleep
Bet you ain´t know, you ain´t know
When you dozed off, I was gettin´ money
So fuck sleep, fuck sleep
(Turn the lights on)
I got her legs wide open
Late night, undercover freaks so you know it´s no sheets
Then it´s back to the work, fuck first and then the fifthteenth
I´m tryna get pay day erry´week
And it´s tha only way to be, work hard, cause I need soft leather on the seat
See the money all the top, and the only thing I breathe
Is that California Kush, God blessed me like a sneeze
I gotta keep it real, but I´m livin´ in a dream
If you made it from the bottom, then you just know what I mean
Everything on the other side ain´t always what it seems
But I heard that there´s some green, so I gotta go and see
In the matter of the week, I make two hunnits G´s
Fake niggas takin´ breaks, real niggas gotta eat
I told my nigga, Jah, when you get back on the streets
I´mma drop a bag on ´em, put a Maybach on his feet
Make millions off of beats and the melodies are sweet
I keep my shades on cause I ain´t slumbered in weeks
I´m dippin´ down a freak, I´m bustin´ off like: "Blocka, blocka!"
And sleep, I don´t need nada, champagne is my Viagra