Mac Miller and Rick Ross - Insomniak

Yeah, ayy, Jerm, Jerm
Yeah, ahh, ahh

I'm the mothafuckin' greatest, y'all don't know that yet
I don't need your money, you can hold that check
At the crib in some Polo sweats
I don't need a ho, that's what the hoes don't get, whoa (woo)
I'm on my worst behavior (woo)
Bad side piece with the perfect favor (woo)
Mothafuckas never loved us
Comin' for your money, mothafucka, don't trust us (nah)
You ain't shit
Bought a brand new crib, yeah, I move that brick (okay)
I don't want nothin' with your doo-doo clique (okay)
Treat her like a dog, how I do that bitch (how I do that bitch)
Done doin' promo (promo)
And it's still mothafuckin' Most Dope (Most Dope)
Made a couple million off a brand, mothafucka
We ain't even got a logo, uh
Bitch, you better have my money (I stay feelin' myself)
I don't see anybody but me (man, I'm killin' myself)
And this shit too real (and this shit too real)
See a mothafucka like me gettin' money
(How does it feel?)
Already been, but I'm back for more (back for more)
Insomniac, I don't know what I got a mattress for (mattress for)
Insomniac, I don't know what I got a mattress for
Don't sleep!

I'm an insomniac, a mothafuckin' insomniac
(Look, bitch, don't try to speak around me)
I'm an insomniac, a mothafuckin' insomniac
(Bitch I don't speak French, look bitch, don't try to speak around me)
I'm an insomniac, a mothafuckin' insomniac (oh, hello Q)

Yeah, yeah, said, said
I'm a maniac, crazy, act insane
Think I might need a cage in fact
Chain reactions happen when I make a pact
A psycho, God made me that
'Cause I fade to black, I gets down like a plane attack
You mothafuckas just made me laugh
Haha, goddamnit, this ain't a drill, do not panic
Let me see how loud you scream (ah)
I'm off the map, mothafuckas start lookin'
But they're never gonna see where I be
She only speak French
Said, "Bitch, look, don't try and speak around me" (speak around me)
And I don't sleep at all
If you on that bullshit, I ain't gonna be involved, shit
I could make a million puttin' my lyrics on a tee (woo)
Fearless, Jet Li, fourth quarter, Gretzky
Take your bitch, Joe Pesci, she don't test me
Don't flex if you ain't got shit on me (uh-uh)
And you ain't got shit on me, come get it
(Come get it, come, come get it, come, come)
Drawer full of fresh whites
Snow bag full of unleaded (bag full of unleaded)
I don't get enough credit (get enough credit, whoa)
Don't sleep!

(M-M-M-M-M-M)
They've done fucked up, haan
The biggest bezzle, haan
The don, Ricky Farrakhan (M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music)
Haan

My weed burnin', my chain glitter
He's self made, Mac Miller my real nigga
Fuck who don't like, bitch come see me
Fuck who don't like, hitta, hitta, hitta
Gettin' money so complicated
I'm the shit, I'm constipated
Yo' baby mama, straight G
Let me use the crib to mail all the weed
California, Atlanta
White girl in the black Phantom
My top down, mid-December
Ride with a big black fat nigga
Krispy Kreme, then it's chicken wings
Introduce you to different things
Jet skis and the best weed
Think it's fake? Bitch, test me
I'm jetlagged, don't need a stylist
Pants sag, Jimmy Fallon
Blowin' green in the green room
Def Jam like Baous really wildin'
Yeah they hate but won't box a nigga
Bought the estate from a boxin' nigga
Paranoid, I'm walkin' 'round
I'm butt naked with my chopper, nigga
Hahahahaha
I'm butt naked with my chopper, nigga

Said, said
I'm an insomniac, a mothafuckin' insomniac
(Look, bitch, don't try to speak around me)
I'm an insomniac, a mothafuckin' insomniac
(Bitch I don't speak French, look bitch, don't try to speak around me)
I'm an insomniac, a mothafuckin' insomniac
I'm an insomniac, a mothafuckin' insomniac

Written by:
Malcom McCormick, Rashod Odom, William Roberts, Alain Goraguer, Eric Dan, Jeremy Kulousek, Michael Archer, Raphael Saadiq

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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