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No sleep gang insomnia gang We out here trafficking Then i'ma find me a lane You wanna be celebrities You remind me of lames But I got bars when Im through selling these Imma buy me some fame All about that moolah holla Imma rock wallet with a iced out collah Prada frames loan beats top sharra I dont count on niggers but I might count dollars I dont count on hoes but I might count dollars I don't count haters but I might count Bottles in the VIP When the club turn the lights out Im on the white couch Yelling out Bang bang bang Bang bang bang OG man had a dope things came Getem so hooked theyll adopt T-Pain Caught her on a beep and theres no key chain Push the start then it crooked apart Cease vibrate when the dope beat bang Drank the sip Nigger Kush the spark Bang bang bang Bang bang bang Bang bang bang Nigger no sleep gang Fuck sleep get that money my nigger Fuck sleep get that money my nigger Fuck sleep get that money my nigger Fuck sleep get that money my nigger Fuck sleep get that money my nigger Smoke in the club roll that up Drink in the club pour that up Haters in the club so damn what? If you dont make money then it dont add up No sleep gang, throw that up No sleep gang, throw that up No sleep gang, throw that up If you dont make money then it dont add up House in the hills thousands in mills Getting vowed in the field with your spouse in Brazil On ounces in pills How does it feel to count dollar bills to count dollar bills House in the hills thousands in mills Getting wowed in the field with your spouse in Brazil On ounces in pills How does it feel to count dollar bills to count dollar bills No no sleep gang in-insomnia gang Raised by some old dogs Thats why I polly with 'caine They push rock in the 90s They remind me of Dame Hundred on the dash Jorn's on the gas Pull the top back while I swap through the lane yelling Bang bang bang Bang bang bang Dough see dough with a hoe he claim In a low key mode about to throw meat brain And I know she know chain in the cross COB I'm the cob gang boss Bitch threw molly in her own champagne This time around yall cant blame Ross Mama told me I couldnt behave To that dollar was quicker to slave Now Im a master Fly right past ya Louisvuitton sneakers one foot in the grave But before I die Let me tell you this Imma ball on you niggers I can tell you piss Talk about how I gave yo wife fad all day ni-ni-ni Nigger dont tell me Homie tell your bitch She rep Bang bang bang Bang bang bang Bang bang bang Nigger no sleep gang Fuck sleep get that money my nigger Fuck sleep get that money my nigger Fuck sleep get that money my nigger Fuck sleep get that money my nigger Fuck sleep get that money my nigger Smoke in the club roll that up Drink in the club pour that up Haters in the club so damn what? If you dont make money than it dont add up No sleep gang, throw that up No sleep gang, throw that up No sleep gang, throw that up If you dont make money than it dont add up T-turn up! House in the hills thousands in mills Getting vowed in the field with your spouse in Brazil On ounces in pills How does it feel to count dollar bills to count dollar bills House in the hills thousands in mills Getting vowed in the field with your spouse in Brazil On ounces in pills How does it feel to count dollar bills to count dollar bills Bang bang bang Bang bang bang Bang bang bang Bang bang bang
Writer(s): Dominick Wickliffe, Ronald N La Tour Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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