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kid ink - fuck sleep lyrics

[intro: rico love]
bet you ain’t know, you ain’t know
when you dozed off, i was gettin’ money
yeah, i was gettin’ money n-gga
f-ck sleep, so f-ck sleep
f-ck sleep, gettin’ it
(turn the lights on)

[verse 1: kid ink]
uh, eyes wide open
we’ve been up all night, i ain’t even notice, f-ck sleep
you know the money is the motive
to the morning, i be hungry every moment, man a n-gga gotta eat
cookin’ up, no pyrex, if’s imax my weight up
you could check my biceps
i’m puttin’ for on my team, holdin’ me down like maurice
i ain’t in no hurry, to ain’t got no worries
so, ain’t no rest for me now
look around and i got mo’ bills than destiny’s child
everywhere that i go, you should know the motto
“my time is my money” and i always need mo’

[hook: kid ink & rico love]
so f-ck sleep
cause i got a lot of bills, and n0body gon’ pay ’em, but me
i keep my mind on my money, n-gga i don’t love these hoes
f-ck sleep!
uhh, you could chill, when i stack these bills
why you think these b-tches love me?
f-ck sleep
bet you ain’t know, you ain’t know
when you dozed off, i was gettin’ money
so f-ck sleep, f-ck sleep
(turn the lights on)

[verse 2: kid ink]
i got her legs wide open
late night, undercover freaks so you know it’s no sheets
then it’s back to the work, f-ck first and then the fifthteenth
i’m tryna get pay day erry’week
and it’s tha only way to be, work hard, cause i need soft leather on the seat
see the money all the top, and the only thing i breathe
is that california kush, god blessed me like a sneeze
i gotta keep it real, but i’m livin’ in a dream
if you made it from the bottom, then you just know what i mean
everything on the other side ain’t always what it seems
but i heard that there’s some green, so i gotta go and see

[verse 3: rico love]
in the matter of the week, i make two hunnits g’s
fake n-ggas takin’ breaks, real n-ggas gotta eat
i told my n-gga, jah, when you get back on the streets
i’mma drop a bag on ’em, put a maybach on his feet
make millions off of beats and the melodies are sweet
i keep my shades on cause i ain’t slumbered in weeks
i’m dippin’ down a freak, i’m bustin’ off like: “blocka, blocka!”
and sleep, i don’t need nada, champagne is my v–gr-

- kid ink lyrics

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