Aint Gonna Sleep

[Intro] 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 [Bridge] 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 [Verse 1] 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 [Bridge] [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Bridge + Hook] [Verse 3] 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 [Bridge + Hook] [Outro] 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