F**k Sleep (feat. Rico Love)

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 all the things I breathe It's tha Californian 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 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) 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