No Sleep
What I'm sayin'?
Best believe, dig what I'm saying'?
What I'm sayin'?
What I'm sayin'?
What I'm sayin'?
I been getting to the money, I've been up for four days
I can't really fucking sleep, I don't wanna go away
I can fuck these little bitches then I throw em', away
You don't have to grab a shovel just to dig what I'm sayin'
Yeah, yeah
What do you say, what do you say?
I got them hunnits you know they ain't fake
Nigga ran off but he still gotta pay
Nigga all talk but I know he afraid
Nigga run up then I spray em' like mace
I'm on the farm like that nigga named Jake
Open a bank account right at that Chase
It ain't too much just to aim at your face
Yeah, yeah
Poppin' the Percocet then I go up
Sent yo lil bitch then I had to throw up
Run from the cops and I never slow up
These folks callin' twelve but they never show up
I hit me a lick boy, I had to load up
I'll take ya lil rent money then I hold up
I can't leave without it, I had to pole up
If I run out of money I'll do a hold up
I don't give a shit and I don't give a fuck
I'm Filthy Rich Av, these new rappers suck
You all about peace, I'm poppin' the trunk
Could leave yo ass stanky just like you a skunk
I been getting to the money, I've been up for four days
I can't really fucking sleep, I don't wanna go away
I can fuck these little bitches then I throw em', away
You don't have to grab a shovel just to dig what I'm sayin'
What I'm sayin'?
Best believe, dig what I'm saying'?
What I'm sayin'?
Best believe, dig what I'm saying'?
What I'm sayin'?
What I'm sayin'?
What I'm sayin'?
I been getting to the money, I've been up for four days
I can't really fucking sleep, I don't wanna go away
I can fuck these little bitches then I throw em', away
You don't have to grab a shovel just to dig what I'm sayin'
Yeah, yeah
What do you say, what do you say?
I got them hunnits you know they ain't fake
Nigga ran off but he still gotta pay
Nigga all talk but I know he afraid
Nigga run up then I spray em' like mace
I'm on the farm like that nigga named Jake
Open a bank account right at that Chase
It ain't too much just to aim at your face
Yeah, yeah
Poppin' the Percocet then I go up
Sent yo lil bitch then I had to throw up
Run from the cops and I never slow up
These folks callin' twelve but they never show up
I hit me a lick boy, I had to load up
I'll take ya lil rent money then I hold up
I can't leave without it, I had to pole up
If I run out of money I'll do a hold up
I don't give a shit and I don't give a fuck
I'm Filthy Rich Av, these new rappers suck
You all about peace, I'm poppin' the trunk
Could leave yo ass stanky just like you a skunk
I been getting to the money, I've been up for four days
I can't really fucking sleep, I don't wanna go away
I can fuck these little bitches then I throw em', away
You don't have to grab a shovel just to dig what I'm sayin'
What I'm sayin'?
Best believe, dig what I'm saying'?
What I'm sayin'?
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Writer(s): Avionttay Hudson
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