Fuck Sleep (feat. Rico Love)

Eyes wide open…
 We’ve been up all night, I ain’t even notice
 [bad word] sleep…
 You know the money is the motive ’til the morning
 I be hungry every moment, man, a [bad word] 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

[Hook]
 So [bad word] sleep…
 ‘Cause I’ve got a lot of bills
 And nobody gon’ pay ‘em but me
 (I keep my mind on my money, [bad word]  I don’t love these hoes)
 [bad word] sleep…
 You could chill while I stack these bills
 Why you think these [bad word] love me?
 [bad word] sleep…
  [bad word] you ain’t know, you ain’t know)
 (When you throw stuff, I was gettin’ money)
 (So [bad word] sleep…)
 [bad word] sleep…

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
 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
 [bad word] 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

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rico Love]
 In a matter of a week, I made 200 Gs
 [bad word] niggas takin’ breaks – real niggas gotta eat
 I told my [bad word] 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 [bad word]  down a freak
 I’m bustin’ off like “Blocka! Blocka!”
 And sleep, I don’t need nada – champagne is my Viagra