Crooked I

Crooked I - No Sleep Gang lyrics

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No sleep gang insomnia gang

We out here trafficking

Then i'ma find me a lane

You wanna be celebrities

You remind me of lames

But I got bars when I’m through selling these

Imma buy me some fame

All about that moolah holla

Imma rock wallet with a iced out collah

Prada frames loan beats top sharra

I don’t count on niggers but I might count dollars

I don’t count on hoes but I might count dollars

I don't count haters but I might count

Bottles in the VIP

When the club turn the lights out

I’m on the white couch

Yelling out

Bang bang bang

No sleep gang

Bang bang bang

No sleep gang

OG man had a dope things came

Get’em so hooked they’ll adopt T-Pain

Caught her on a beep and there’s no key chain

Push the start then it crooked apart

Cease vibrate when the dope beat bang

Drank the sip

Nigger Kush the spark

Bang bang bang

No sleep gang

Bang bang bang

No sleep gang

Bang bang bang

Nigger no sleep gang

Fuck sleep get that money my nigger

Fuck sleep get that money my nigger

Fuck sleep get that money my nigger

Fuck sleep get that money my nigger

Fuck sleep get that money my nigger

Smoke in the club roll that up

Drink in the club pour that up

Haters in the club so damn what?

If you don’t make money then it don’t add up

No sleep gang, throw that up

No sleep gang, throw that up

No sleep gang, throw that up

If you don’t make money then it don’t add up

House in the hills thousands in mills

Getting vowed in the field with your spouse in Brazil

On ounces in pills

How does it feel to count dollar bills to count dollar bills

House in the hills thousands in mills

Getting wowed in the field with your spouse in Brazil

On ounces in pills

How does it feel to count dollar bills to count dollar bills

No no sleep gang in-insomnia gang

Raised by some old dogs

That’s why I polly with 'caine

They push rock in the 90s

They remind me of Dame

Hundred on the dash

Jorn's on the gas

Pull the top back while I swap through the lane yelling

Bang bang bang

No sleep gang

Bang bang bang

No sleep gang

Dough see dough with a hoe he claim

In a low key mode about to throw meat brain

and I know she know chain in the cross

COB I'm the cob gang boss

Bitch threw molly in her own champagne

This time around y’all can’t blame Ross

Mama told me I couldn’t behave

To that dollar was quicker to slave

Now I’m a master

Fly right past ya

Louisvuitton sneakers one foot in the grave

But before I die

Let me tell you this

Imma ball on you niggers

I can tell you piss

Talk about how I gave yo wife fad all day ni-ni-ni

Nigger don’t tell me

Homie tell your bitch

She rep

Bang bang bang

No sleep gang

Bang bang bang

No sleep gang

Bang bang bang

Nigger no sleep gang

Fuck sleep get that money my nigger

Fuck sleep get that money my nigger

Fuck sleep get that money my nigger

Fuck sleep get that money my nigger

Fuck sleep get that money my nigger

Smoke in the club roll that up

Drink in the club pour that up

Haters in the club so damn what?

If you don’t make money than it don’t add up

No sleep gang, throw that up

No sleep gang, throw that up

No sleep gang, throw that up

If you don’t make money than it don’t add up

T-turn up!

House in the hills thousands in mills

Getting vowed in the field with your spouse in Brazil

On ounces in pills

How does it feel to count dollar bills to count dollar bills

House in the hills thousands in mills

Getting vowed in the field with your spouse in Brazil

On ounces in pills

How does it feel to count dollar bills to count dollar bills

Bang bang bang

No sleep gang

Bang bang bang

No sleep gang

Bang bang bang

No sleep gang

Bang bang bang

No sleep gang

Thanks to DrawliX for correcting these lyrics

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