[ Featuring Rico Love ]
Eyes wide open
We've been up all night, I ain't even notice
F*ck 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 f*ck 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)
F*ck sleep
You could chill while I stack these bills
Why you think these bitches love me?
F*ck sleep
(Bitch you ain't know, you ain't know)
(When you throw stuff, I was gettin' money)
(So f*ck sleep)
F*ck 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
F*ck 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 f*ck 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)
F*ck sleep
You could chill while I stack these bills
Why you think these bitches love me?
F*ck sleep
(Bitch you ain't know, you ain't know)
(When you throw stuff, I was gettin' money)
(So f*ck sleep)
F*ck sleep
In a matter of a week, I made 200 Gs
F*ck 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 f*ck 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)
F*ck sleep
You could chill while I stack these bills
Why you think these bitches love me?
F*ck sleep
(Bitch you ain't know, you ain't know)
(When you throw stuff, I was gettin' money)
(So f*ck sleep)
F*ck sleep
