Meek Mill - Aint Gonna Sleep lyrics
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Meek Mill - Aint Gonna Sleep lyrics]
I had that little bad bitch
With me the other night
She gon ask me why I don't ever
Go to sleep cause I was up
You know what I told that ho
I ain't going to sleep until
I touch a hundred million
Bitches know it's money when we
Step up in the building
Neck is saying cool but my
Wrist is saying chillin'
Stuntin' so hard I could
Hurt a hater feeling
Grind hard then you shine
Hard that's the motto
Shitting on these niggas like I
Fucking hit the lotto
Who you know fresh from out
The hood to a Gallardo house up on the hill
Stupid crazy dumb retardo y'all know
Either going home or going hard doe
You only live once and I'm a
Ball until I fall ho
All that hatting shit ain't even called for
We just pull up on you haters
Looking like a car show
Made a hundred grand and I blew it
Made another hundred grand and
I ran through it
Every time I get it spend it
Like it's nothing to it
If I see it and I like I'm
Like Nike I just do it
I just cop it I just drop it
Gucci Louis Polo breitling Rollie Audemar
Fuck it I want all of it
Kobe though I'm balling bitch
Competition calling quick
Addicted to the money I guess
I'm a cake-a-holic then
I ain't going to sleep until I'm rich
(you heard me ho)
I ain't going to sleep until I'm rich
(what did you tell that ho?)
I ain't going to sleep until I'm rich
All them bitches know it's money when
We step up in this bitch
They say ain't nothing coming to
A sleeper but a dream
And I ain't been to sleep
Since I was fucking seveteen
Money that you've never seen
Graveyard shifting it late night getting it
All about the Benjamins
Break the work down let the Pyrex heat up
Hit my youngins off to count the
Money with my feet up
Let them sleep we up, hating nigga D up
Hustlers hear this shit then bring it
Back like it's the re-up
I ain't going to sleep until
I touch a hundred million
They talking about no homicide I say
That I'm a kill them
Talking about that blow paper
Money to the ceiling
Bitch I'm about my mula give
A fuck about your feelings chill then
Ain't no time for cuddling and kissing
Just hustling and
You tired just like Michelin
I be up like all
Night counting my percentages
Trapping all day and serving fiends
Like this was tennis here
I ain't going to sleep until
I'm rich like porter
Stared with a dollar turned
That to four quarters
I hustle like I got three
Sons and four daughters
Watching for the D's dipping
In the Ford Taurus
I'm porridge, flaming hot
You hating if you say I'm not
I buy that shit you say you got
I hustle I don't play a lot
Dawg I let my swagger do the
Talking I don't say a lot
Hustle and make it five times back
I never save a lot
Word up
I ain't going to sleep until I'm rich nigga
How do some of you niggas
Go to sleep dead broke
I don't understand them
Cause I ain't going to sleep until
My bank account on muhfucking seven
Eight digit's nigga you already know
Meek Milly Flamerz
With me the other night
She gon ask me why I don't ever
Go to sleep cause I was up
You know what I told that ho
I ain't going to sleep until
I touch a hundred million
Bitches know it's money when we
Step up in the building
Neck is saying cool but my
Wrist is saying chillin'
Stuntin' so hard I could
Hurt a hater feeling
Grind hard then you shine
Hard that's the motto
Shitting on these niggas like I
Fucking hit the lotto
Who you know fresh from out
The hood to a Gallardo house up on the hill
Stupid crazy dumb retardo y'all know
Either going home or going hard doe
You only live once and I'm a
Ball until I fall ho
All that hatting shit ain't even called for
We just pull up on you haters
Looking like a car show
Made a hundred grand and I blew it
Made another hundred grand and
I ran through it
Every time I get it spend it
Like it's nothing to it
If I see it and I like I'm
Like Nike I just do it
I just cop it I just drop it
Gucci Louis Polo breitling Rollie Audemar
Fuck it I want all of it
Kobe though I'm balling bitch
Competition calling quick
Addicted to the money I guess
I'm a cake-a-holic then
I ain't going to sleep until I'm rich
(you heard me ho)
I ain't going to sleep until I'm rich
(what did you tell that ho?)
I ain't going to sleep until I'm rich
All them bitches know it's money when
We step up in this bitch
They say ain't nothing coming to
A sleeper but a dream
And I ain't been to sleep
Since I was fucking seveteen
Money that you've never seen
Graveyard shifting it late night getting it
All about the Benjamins
Break the work down let the Pyrex heat up
Hit my youngins off to count the
Money with my feet up
Let them sleep we up, hating nigga D up
Hustlers hear this shit then bring it
Back like it's the re-up
I ain't going to sleep until
I touch a hundred million
They talking about no homicide I say
That I'm a kill them
Talking about that blow paper
Money to the ceiling
Bitch I'm about my mula give
A fuck about your feelings chill then
Ain't no time for cuddling and kissing
Just hustling and
You tired just like Michelin
I be up like all
Night counting my percentages
Trapping all day and serving fiends
Like this was tennis here
I ain't going to sleep until
I'm rich like porter
Stared with a dollar turned
That to four quarters
I hustle like I got three
Sons and four daughters
Watching for the D's dipping
In the Ford Taurus
I'm porridge, flaming hot
You hating if you say I'm not
I buy that shit you say you got
I hustle I don't play a lot
Dawg I let my swagger do the
Talking I don't say a lot
Hustle and make it five times back
I never save a lot
Word up
I ain't going to sleep until I'm rich nigga
How do some of you niggas
Go to sleep dead broke
I don't understand them
Cause I ain't going to sleep until
My bank account on muhfucking seven
Eight digit's nigga you already know
Meek Milly Flamerz