I can’ get no sleep cause my phone keep ringin’
I just put a whole eighth in a blunt, what the f#ck was I thinkin?
Tell a b#tch I ain’t nothin’ like her man, he get jammed and he singin’
Got money on my mind, I can make a band without blinkin’
I might f#ck her like I love her, when I’m done I’ma ask her when she leavin’
I’ma big plug, I ain’t doin’ no fronts, better come with the cheese
Why they on my dick? I ain’t do sh#t but run it up, n#gg#s hate for no reason
I just spent what you make in a month on a pair of new sneakers
And my b#tch got class, she a teacher
And her #ss real fat, she a keeper
Baby I’ma take you shoppin’ at Nieman’s
Baby I could make you hot like a fever
I’ma young fly n#gg# with cheese
Fell asleep in my grill, woke up and my teeth hurt
I just put four grams in a blunt, you would think I’m from he Hill but I’m just a big chiefer
He ain’t think that it was on me ’til I made him a believer
Four holes in ’em like a t-shirt [hey
I could run a band up in no feat, take four O’s turn it to a P [oowee]
I can’ get no sleep cause my phone keep ringin’
I just put a whole eighth in a blunt, what the f#ck was I thinkin?
Tell a b#tch I ain’t nothin’ like her man, he get jammed and he singin’
Got money on my mind, I can make a band without blinkin’
I can’t take no breaks cause my rap phone jumpin’
I go halves, I got quarters, I got eighths, hit my phone and I’m comin’
The show me love every time I’m in the club
Ain’t no party like a party The Cut
b#tches shakin’ #ss and my n#gg#s goin’ dumb
We don’t want no problems, we just wanna have fun
What you know about four days no sleep?
This the most money that I made in a week
Had to hit the block, hail, rain, snow, sleet
That’s the reason I got all this cake on me
I could hit a shot from any range, no three
I could play a b#tch like a game, no cheats
I could run a couple bands up, no feat
Take four Os turn that thang to a P [oowee
I ain’t gettin’ no sleep lil’ baby I’m trappin, what’s happenin’
If a n#gg# want beef we ain’t askin’ no questions, we clappin’
I just blew a whole rack and I made it all back plus taxes, this sh#t is like magic
b#tch I got game like Madden, make a touchdown without passin’ [ou]
I can’ get no sleep cause my phone keep ringin’
I just put a whole eighth in a blunt, what the f#ck was I thinkin?
Tell a b#tch I ain’t nothin’ like her man, he get jammed and he singin’
Got money on my mind, I can make a band without blinkin’
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