Fuck Sleep

Eyes wide open 
We've been up all night, I ain't even noticed 
*** sleep 
You know the money is the motive 'til the morning 
I be hungry every moment, man, a nigga gotta eat 
Cookin' up, no Pyrex, it's IMAX 
My weight up, you could check my biceps 
I'm puttin' on for my team, holding me down like Maurice 
I ain't in no hurry 'til we ain't got no worries, so' 
Ain't no rest for me now 
Look around, and I've got more bills than dad, Stunny's child 
Everywhere that I go, you should know the motto 
My time is my money and I always need more, so [Hook] 
So *** sleep 
Cause I've got a lot of bills 
And nobody gon' pay 'em but me 
keep my mind on my money, nigga, I don't love these hoes 
*** sleep 
You could chill while I stack these bills 
Why you think these bitches love me? 
*** sleep 
Bitch you ain't know, you ain't know 
When you throw stuff, I was gettin' money 
So *** sleep 
*** sleep Yep, I've got her legs wide open 
Late night, undercover freak, so you know it's no sheets 
Then it's back to the work 
*** 1st and the 15th, I'm tryna get paid 
Every week, and that's the only way to be 
Work hard 'cause I need soft leather on the seats 
See the money's all the talk, and the only thing I breathe 
Is that California kush, God blessed me like a sneeze 
I've gotta keep it real, but I'm living in a dream 
If you made it from the bottom 
Then you know just what I mean 
Everything on the other side ain't always what it seems 
But I heard that it's some green, so I gotta go and see [Hook] 
So *** sleep 
Cause I've got a lot of bills 
And nobody gon' pay 'em but me 
keep my mind on my money, nigga, I don't love these hoes 
*** sleep 
You could chill while I stack these bills 
Why you think these bitches love me? 
*** sleep 
Bitch you ain't know, you ain't know 
When you throw stuff, I was gettin' money 
So *** sleep 
*** sleep In a matter of a week, I made 200 Gs 
*** niggas takin' breaks, real niggas gotta eat 
I told my nigga Jah, when he get back on the streets 
I'mma drop a bag on him, but him right back on his feet 
Made millions off of beats, and the melody is sweet 
Keep my shades on 'cause I ain't slumbered in weeks 
I'm dickin' down a freak 
I'm bustin' off like 'Blocka! Blocka! 
And sleep, I don't need nada, champagne is my Viagra [Hook] 
So *** sleep 
Cause I've got a lot of bills 
And nobody gon' pay 'em but me 
keep my mind on my money, nigga, I don't love these hoes 
*** sleep 
You could chill while I stack these bills 
Why you think these bitches love me? 
*** sleep 
Bitch you ain't know, you ain't know 
When you throw stuff, I was gettin' money 
So *** sleep 
*** sleep