Kush Mccaulla - NO SLEEP

Ayy, Look into my eyes,
Tell me what you see,
Definition of grind, I'm who these niggas tryna be,
Ion need no friends, Bitch I never liked Whodini, For the love of dem bands, niggas climbin' down to chimney,
Double cup what i'm sippin' I'm not drinking' whiskey, Fell in love wit gymnastics, I been bag flippin', foreign car what i'm dragging' you can hear the engine
this ain't GTA, but they pay for all my missions
Ayy, live my life in private, won't be in my mentions
Ayy, thankful for my talent, thank God I'm gifted
Ayy, smokin' on a small batch, she keep me lifted
Ayy, these niggas smokin' triple A, that work pack ain't hittin'
Started 20, flipped it to a 40, now I got a 60
Told my bitch, don't leave the kitchen dirty, make sure you wash the dishes
On the court, we playin' full press, we scorin' off the steal
Made a promise, ain't gettin' no sleep until I'm past the mill
Ayy, we been here before
Ayy, feel like Tony Montana got my wrist in a bowl
Ayy, everything I touch, I feel like turnin' to gold
Ayy, fuck around, push the button ,nigga, get in that mode
Ayy, fuck up the budget, nigga, dis that money music
Ayy, get you a bell, break it down, dis that scale music
Ayy, this that see the mail, man, you know it fell through
Ayy, stack it up and put it in the safe to make sure it's safe
Ayy, grinding I ain't never takin' breaks, what the fuck you think
Ayy, baby, you had way too much to say, put you in your place
Ayy, really, I don't like to compensate if it ain't my pape
Ayy, baby, you can take me to the bank if you wanna date
Every time I pull up to the light, people wanna race
And you can't even see behind a tent, you can smell the dank
Look at how this money make ha bend, I'm just bein' frank
Ayy, you can never find me in the mix, I be out the way
Ayy, thinkin' bout snatchin' that brand new Benz while I'm countin' paper
Tell me she wanna know how it feel, so I'll let her taste it
Ayy, we been here before
Ayy, feel like Tony Montana got my wrist in a bowl
Ayy, everything I touch, I feel like turnin' to gold
Ayy, fuck around, push the button, nigga
Get in that mode
Ayy, fuck up the budget, nigga
Dis that money music
Ayy, get you a bell, break it down
Dis that scale music
Ayy, this that see the mail, man, you know it fell through
Ayy, stack it up and put it in the safe to make sure it's safe
Uh
Money music, nigga
Ayy

Written by:
Malik McCaulla

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