I Don't Sleep

I had that little bad bitch with me the other night

She gon ask me why I don't ever go to sleep cause I was up

You know what I told that ho

I ain't going to sleep until I touch a hundred million

Bitches know its money when we step up in the building

Neck is saying cool but my wrist is saying chillin'

Stuntin' so hard I could hurt a hater feeling

Grind hard then you shine hard that's the motto

Shitting on these niggas like I fucking hit the lotto

Who you know fresh from out the hood to a Gallardo

House up on the hill stupid crazy dumb retardo

Y'all know, either going home or going hard doe

You only live once and I'm a ball until I fall ho

[?] all that hatting shit ain't even called for

We just pull up on you haters looking like a car show

Made a hundred grand and I blew it

Made another hundred grand and I ran through it

Every time I get it spend it like its nothing to it

If I see it and I like I'm like Nike I just do it

I just cop it I just drop it [?]

Gucci Louis Polo [?]

Breitling Rollie Audemar

Fuck it I want all of it

Kobe though I'm balling bitch

Competition calling quick

Addicted to the money I guess I'm a cake-a-holic then

I ain't going to sleep until I'm rich (you heard me ho)

I ain't going to sleep until I'm rich (what did you tell that ho?)

I ain't going to sleep until I'm rich

All them bitches know its money when we step up in this bitch

They say ain't nothing coming to a sleeper but a dream

And I ain't been to sleep since I was fucking seveteen

Money that you've never seen

Graveyard shifting it

Late night getting it

All about the Benjamins

Break the work down let the Pyrex heat up

Hit my youngins off to count the money with my feet up

Let them sleep we up, hating nigga D up

Hustlers hear this shit then bring it back like its the re-up

I ain't going to sleep until I touch a hundred million

They talking about no homicide I say that I'm a kill them

Talking about that blow paper money to the ceiling

Bitch I'm about my mula give a fuck about your feelings

Chill then, ain't no time for cuddling and kissing

Just hustling and [?]

You tired just like Michelin

I be up like all night counting my percentages

Trapping all day and serving fiends like this was tennis here

I ain't going to sleep until I'm rich like porter

Stared with a dollar turned that to four quarters

I hustle like I got three sons and four daughters

Watching for the D's dipping in the Ford Taurus

I'm porridge, flaming hot

You hating if you say I'm not

I buy that shit you say you got

I hustle I don't play a lot

Dawg I let my swagger do the talking I don't say a lot

Hustle and make it five times back I never save a lot

Word up

I ain't going to sleep until I'm rich nigga

How do some of you niggas go to sleep dead broke

I don't understand them

Cause I ain't going to sleep until my bank

Account on muhfucking seven,eight digits nigga

You already know

Meek Milly Flamerz