No Sleep Gang(Explicit) - Crooked I

No Sleep Gang (Explicit) - Crooked I
No sleep gang insomnia gang
We out here trafficking
That mean I'mma find me a lane
You wanna be celebrities
You remind me of lames
But I got bars
When I'm through selling these
I'm buy me some fame
All about that mulah holla
I'm a Rottweiler with an iced out collar
Prada frames Long Beach top shotta
I don't count on niggas
But I might count dollars
I don't count on hoes
But I might count dollars
I don't count on 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 how the d**e fiends came
Get em so hooked call a d**e T-Pain
Cardo on the beat then it's no keychain
Push to start then a Crook to park
Seats vibrate when the d**e beat bang
Drank the sip ni**a kush to spark
Bang bang bang no sleep gang
Bang bang bang no sleep gang
Bang bang bang ni**a no sleep gang
F**k sleep get that money my ni**a
F**k sleep get that money my ni**a
F**k sleep get that money my ni**a
F**k sleep get that money my ni**a
F**k sleep get that money my ni**a
Smoke in the club roll that up
Drank in the club pour that up
Haters in the club so damn what
If it don't make money then it don't add up
No sleep gang roll that up
No sleep gang throw that up
No sleep gang throw that up
If it don't make money then you don't add up
House in the hills thousands and mill's
Getting wild in the field with your spouse in Brazil
On ounces and pills how does it feel
To count dollar bills to count dollar bills
House in the hills thousands and millions
Getting wild in the field with your spouse in Brazil
On ounces and pills how does it feel
To count dollar bills
No sleep gang insomnia gang
Raised by some O dogs
That's why I polly with caine
They pushed rock in the 90's
They remind me of Dame
Hundred on the dash
Jordan's on the gas
Pull the top back
While I'm sliding through the lanes
Bang bang bang no sleep gang
Bang bang bang no sleep gang
Dosido with a ho he claim
In the low-key mode
Know she throw me brain
And I know she know
Chain and the cross
COB I'm the COB gang boss
B**ch threw a molly in her own champagne
This time around you all can't blame Ross
Momma told me I couldn't behave
To that dollar was Crooked a slave
Now I'm a master fly right past ya
Louis Vuitton sneakers one foot in the grave
But before I die let me tell you this
I'm ball on you niggas
I can tell your pissed
Talk about I took your wife out all night
Ni**a don't tell me homie tell your b**ch
Bang bang bang no sleep gang
Bang bang bang no sleep gang
Bang bang bang no sleep gang
F**k sleep get that money my ni**a
F**k sleep get that money my ni**a
Fall sleep get that money my ni**a
Fall sleep get that money my ni**a
Fall sleep get that money my ni**a
Smoke in the club roll that up
Drank in the club pour that up
Haters in the club so damn what
If it don't make money then it don't add up
No sleep gang roll that up
No sleep gang throw that up
No sleep gang throw that up
If it don't make money then you don't add up
House in the hills thousands and million
Getting wild in the field with your spouse in Brazil
On ounces and pills how does it feel
To count dollar bills to count dollar bills
House in the hills thousands and million
Getting wild in the field with your spouse in Brazil
On ounces and 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