Fortunate Ones - No Sleep lyrics

(TRADEMARK) [Intro:] Mingo Yea You know Life You know Yea You know My lingo Yea Put a lighter to that sh** Yea(4x) (TRADEMARK) I'm back up on my sh** n***a Who the f** gone stop me I'm on it, I want it, check this, I got me I'm smoking out the LB, I only puff that great green Little n***a I'm FB, what the f** you're gonna tell me Coming down in that shell B Cobra loud motor, the clothes on me smelly From the odor of that douja never sober I'm overhigh on this posers, a soldier I told ya Mingo roll and coka They can't knock my hustle this hoes can't distract me I'm focused I'm a real n***a take notice, my eyes low I'm so lit The threads on me sporty, no you can't afford these woadie Holy kush smoke I'm loaded, steady rolling up them swollies Stuffing cones I'm like cannolis.. yeah I do this you dont know me Back up off me homie, I'm too real for these phonies Sitting low in this pony, smoking on them clouds Riding with a oz b**h I'm bout to burn it down You know [Hook:] Money all on my mind mane, on that same old grind mane k**a kush in my lungs too, got a n***a sittin sideways On the same high for like five days, my eyes red with a slight glaze No sleep until I'm paid, I'm stuck on this come up phase On the same old grind mane, Money all on my mind mane k**a kush in my lungs too, got a n***a sittin sideways On the same high for like five days, my eyes red with a slight glaze No sleep until I'm paid, I'm stuck on this come up phase (CURREN$Y) Gucci link, draggin the mink, 28 grams of that stank Smelling like a bank, weed too loud, we can't even hear our selves think And it's still shark week you'll get eaten, don't sink n***as will signal your ending, it's done with one wink Seen it before I've seen a lot homes cause I don't blink Money don't sleep so why should I Billions up to the ceiling high, foe I rest one of my eyes Tho I doubt that I'll even be tired Probably be out looking for iller sh** to buy, faster cars to drive Rolling super sticky porcupine testarossa open wide Me my b**h and my tires smoking We maintain the champagne campaign toasting Clicqout champions baby tilt my gla** when you pour it This that rapper weed ho, be careful how you smoke it Might spend some on a b**h but I'll never let her hold [Hook:] (YOUNG RODDY) And I'm on the same old grind mane, same clothes for like five days First lick was like 3 stacks, them b**hes call me Andre And a n***a must be on one, or insane tryna try me I call shots, I pull rank, n***a this time I do it my way Hundred racks in my armoire, n***a touch that that's gunplay Hundred pounds of that loud pack, that cali kush that bombay Hundred deep with all real n***as, my hood n***a from around the way Hundred shots and they AK, if they go down it's mayday But I'm on two L'S like cool J, jet life to my dooms day Got a red head with street cred , got a red bone who move weight Got a white girl who snort sh**, she think she miss scarface Better slow down before it's too late, she f** around and OD I'm low key, but I'm highed up, sipping on that codeine My paint job be snow white, that yayo, that c**aine I spit heat, I spit flame, my street name be propane That big body be too clean, hoggin up like two lanes [Hook:]