Sleepin' On Me

[Verse 1: I-20]

My money flowing it's roller blading you cheap skates

Life's a bitch and I treat her just like a cheap date

My only mission is reinventing the peach state

I'm out here pitching and did I mention I keep weight

Bobby balling the bottom line is I body niggas

You see the 'rarri the Lamborghini Bugatti nigga

You keep on poppin off on me we more than ten deep

They more than not enough homie they are in rim sleep

We rocking shows when it's crunch time, we started nigga

Body blows and punch lines, we sprawn nigga

You only feeding me this is my open invitation

The only thing that's preceding me is my reputation

These niggas hitting on money but ain't nobody claiming

While Bobby shittin on niggas they out here potty training

I'm what the game has been missing and what the streets need

And it's not fair (call it nightmare) sweet dreams

[Hook x2: I-20]

They keep on sleeping on me

They keep on sleeping on me

They keep on sleeping on me

My time is coming watch your mouth if you was speaking on me

[Verse 2: Rain]

Sweet dreams of a million sitting in the war

Nightmare on Elm Street I come to kill em all

On the couch with that Spade got me feeling talc

Bitches hit the club just to see a nigga ball

Pick three to leave with me then I'm peeling off

Thee allure of coming through with the ceiling off

You least tourbillon make the baddest bitches talk

Upscale D-boy yell again drug dealer talk

So if they talking life then you gotta kill the judge

Shoot em down and with your foot give em a lil nudge

Make sure the job done, murder for hire

Or non-believe watch ya burn in eternal fire

Pitch came with the same Rick James' desire

To call in that black widow F50 Spider

Black rarri rider, rest if you tired

Notoriously hypnotize ya, open ya eyes up snap

[Hook x2: I-20]

[Verse 3: I-20]

Ok, wannabe superstars, talking like they super hard

All these niggas blowing smoke, to me...

Careful who you speaking on, yeah we out here cheffing strong

Talking on that Amber Rose I get my Wiz Khalifa on

That mean that we getting lit, I am who yo bitch is with

Presidental suite had the wits of my constituencies

I'm a make a freak a her, I just gotta speak to her

Tell her I can clear her throat, swallow all my wrinkle up

I'm hearing what they try'na say but they ain't got the mind to pay

Carats on the altamar and you can't get the time or day

Nigga there's a fine to pay, you goin have to pully up

Blow a nigga budget down and honest, just to show him up

Nigga keep on rolling up til they ain't nothing left to smoke

You know they say that money talks, I guess that's why we never spoke

Major of the business dawg, I know my niggas feeling this

And I ain't into burning bridges, guess that's why I'm still with Chris

[Hook x2]