No Sleep (Feat. CharleyHood & Ray J)

[Hook x2: YG] If I don't grind we don't eat nigga If I don't grind we don't eat nigga If I don't grind we don't eat nigga If I don't grind we don't eat nigga 25/8 no sleep nigga [Verse 1: YG] Niggas got fucked up thinkin I'da let up Run up on me you fucked Nigga get mad cause they bitch wanna fuck And I don't even fuck I just get sucked Ridin round town like a copper with a bopper Big booty having get popped up Homie told me you was broke I gave a nigga hope Real niggas don't bitch they pl... Talkin bout your whips You ain't even owning that Talkin bout your bitch the woman My niggas be bonin' that If I don't grind I don't eat If I don't eat, somebody gets robbed Rap shit don't work, I finna be heard Can't be broke, gotta get a job Sike nigga never that I got bad hoes they never fat Fuck 'em once never call them back Nigga what you call that? Got that no call back Mama know I'm ratchet Your bitch drop her draws cause all I do it drop classics I play to win, but I been taking L for the team I only fuck with nigga that'll take the shell for the team Millions on my mind My family needing this and that Hoes on my dick, if I pull up that's a bitch attack [Hook] [Verse 2: CharleyHood] Ridin round the city Big cash in my pocket I'm smokin on this kush And in my stash got a rocket And like my nigga James Go head and let thing Harden I cook it, whip it, spark it Hit the mall and valet park it, ugh Me and my niggas we go Me and my niggas blow O's Me and my niggas get dough And my and my niggas fuck hoes All night gotta keep that toast Gotta grind hard like a stripper on a pole 4 in the mornin Sprite sippin let's po Now I'm in the studio moving slow mo Aye, everyday we try to get paid And if I make enough then I'm gettin laid From the Sun to the Moon niggas makin plays See through a fake nigga like some ex-rays Get money fuck bitches Grind hard yea it's worth it If my number in your ho phone Hell yeah you should be nervous Never slippin, never trippin, never fallin off the surface Stackin paper gettin racks Until our money perfect that's why [Hook] [Verse 3: Ray J] If I don't grind we don't eat nigga If I don't shine we don't see nigga If I ain't high then I drink nigga Bitch pussy better not stink nigga Valet that Brinks nigga Fuck the police nigga You mad at me nigga Put your money on street nigga [Hook]