Fuck Sleep feat. Rico Love

歌詞

Eyes wide open… We’ve been up all night, I ain’t even notice Fuck sleep… You know the money is the motive ’til the morning I be hungry every moment, man, a nigga gotta eat Cookin’ up, no Pyrex, it’s IMAX My weight up, you could check my biceps I’m puttin’ on for my team, holding me down like Maurice I ain’t in no hurry ’til we ain’t got no worries, so… Ain’t no rest for me now Look around, and I’ve got more bills than dad, Stunny’s child Everywhere that I go, you should know the motto My time is my money and I always need more, so So fuck sleep… ‘Cause I’ve 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… You could chill while I stack these bills Why you think these bitches love me? Fuck sleep… (Bitch you ain’t know, you ain’t know) (When you throw stuff, I was gettin’ money) (So fuck sleep…) Fuck sleep… Yep – I’ve got her legs wide open Late night, undercover freak, so you know it’s no sheets Then it’s back to the work Fuck 1st and the 15th, I’m tryna get paid Every week – and that’s the only way to be Work hard ’cause I need soft leather on the seats See the money’s all the talk, and the only thing I breathe Is that California kush, God blessed me like a sneeze I’ve gotta keep it real, but I’m living in a dream If you made it from the bottom Then you know just what I mean Everything on the other side ain’t always what it seems But I heard that it’s some green, so I gotta go and see So fuck sleep… ‘Cause I’ve 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… You could chill while I stack these bills Why you think these bitches love me? Fuck sleep… (Bitch you ain’t know, you ain’t know) (When you throw stuff, I was gettin’ money) (So fuck sleep…) Fuck sleep… In a matter of a week, I made 200 Gs Fuck niggas takin’ breaks – real niggas gotta eat I told my nigga Jah – when he get back on the streets I’mma drop a bag on him, but him right back on his feet Made millions off of beats, and the melody is sweet Keep my shades on ’cause I ain’t slumbered in weeks I’m dickin’ down a freak I’m bustin’ off like “Blocka! Blocka!” And sleep, I don’t need nada – champagne is my Viagra So fuck sleep… ‘Cause I’ve 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… You could chill while I stack these bills Why you think these bitches love me? Fuck sleep… (Bitch you ain’t know, you ain’t know) (When you throw stuff, I was gettin’ money) (So fuck sleep…) Fuck sleep…