Songtexte I Don't Sleep - Meek Mill
I
had
that
little
bad
bitch
with
me
the
other
night
She
gon
ask
me
why
I
don't
ever
go
to
sleep
cause
I
was
up
You
know
what
I
told
that
ho
I
ain't
going
to
sleep
until
I
touch
a
hundred
million
Bitches
know
its
money
when
we
step
up
in
the
building
Neck
is
saying
cool
but
my
wrist
is
saying
chillin'
Stuntin'
so
hard
I
could
hurt
a
hater
feeling
Grind
hard
then
you
shine
hard
that's
the
motto
Shitting
on
these
niggas
like
I
fucking
hit
the
lotto
Who
you
know
fresh
from
out
the
hood
to
a
Gallardo
House
up
on
the
hill
stupid
crazy
dumb
retardo
Y'all
know,
either
going
home
or
going
hard
doe
You
only
live
once
and
I'm
a
ball
until
I
fall
ho
[?]
all
that
hatting
shit
ain't
even
called
for
We
just
pull
up
on
you
haters
looking
like
a
car
show
Made
a
hundred
grand
and
I
blew
it
Made
another
hundred
grand
and
I
ran
through
it
Every
time
I
get
it
spend
it
like
its
nothing
to
it
If
I
see
it
and
I
like
I'm
like
Nike
I
just
do
it
I
just
cop
it
I
just
drop
it
[?]
Gucci
Louis
Polo
[?]
Breitling
Rollie
Audemar
Fuck
it
I
want
all
of
it
Kobe
though
I'm
balling
bitch
Competition
calling
quick
Addicted
to
the
money
I
guess
I'm
a
cake-a-holic
then
I
ain't
going
to
sleep
until
I'm
rich
(you
heard
me
ho)
I
ain't
going
to
sleep
until
I'm
rich
(what
did
you
tell
that
ho?)
I
ain't
going
to
sleep
until
I'm
rich
All
them
bitches
know
its
money
when
we
step
up
in
this
bitch
They
say
ain't
nothing
coming
to
a
sleeper
but
a
dream
And
I
ain't
been
to
sleep
since
I
was
fucking
seveteen
Money
that
you've
never
seen
Graveyard
shifting
it
Late
night
getting
it
All
about
the
Benjamins
Break
the
work
down
let
the
Pyrex
heat
up
Hit
my
youngins
off
to
count
the
money
with
my
feet
up
Let
them
sleep
we
up,
hating
nigga
D
up
Hustlers
hear
this
shit
then
bring
it
back
like
its
the
re-up
I
ain't
going
to
sleep
until
I
touch
a
hundred
million
They
talking
about
no
homicide
I
say
that
I'm
a
kill
them
Talking
about
that
blow
paper
money
to
the
ceiling
Bitch
I'm
about
my
mula
give
a
fuck
about
your
feelings
Chill
then,
ain't
no
time
for
cuddling
and
kissing
Just
hustling
and
[?]
You
tired
just
like
Michelin
I
be
up
like
all
night
counting
my
percentages
Trapping
all
day
and
serving
fiends
like
this
was
tennis
here
I
ain't
going
to
sleep
until
I'm
rich
like
porter
Stared
with
a
dollar
turned
that
to
four
quarters
I
hustle
like
I
got
three
sons
and
four
daughters
Watching
for
the
D's
dipping
in
the
Ford
Taurus
I'm
porridge,
flaming
hot
You
hating
if
you
say
I'm
not
I
buy
that
shit
you
say
you
got
I
hustle
I
don't
play
a
lot
Dawg
I
let
my
swagger
do
the
talking
I
don't
say
a
lot
Hustle
and
make
it
five
times
back
I
never
save
a
lot
Word
up
I
ain't
going
to
sleep
until
I'm
rich
nigga
How
do
some
of
you
niggas
go
to
sleep
dead
broke
I
don't
understand
them
Cause
I
ain't
going
to
sleep
until
my
bank
Account
on
muhfucking
seven,eight
digits
nigga
You
already
know
Meek
Milly
Flamerz
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