Real hustler's don't sleep ( ft. ASAP Rocky / Spaceghostpurrp)

Real hustlers don't sleep, we taking naps

Cigarillo full of hairy shit, balled up like naps

Got my eyes on you snakes, like craps

On a paper chase, and you haters getting lapped

Hood nigga, but a good dude

Good nigga, but a hood dude

(Shit) you don't know what I been through

So you don't know what I could do

They hating on me, they talk down

They talk threats, that's good news

Margiela, raf simons, them rick owens is good shoes

Getting paid, I'm in a good mood

Old school, slabs in it

Grill 24k in it, courtesy of my black dentist

Trill bitch ad-libbing, that's what I call eloquent

I'm getting brain, she sucking dick, that's what I call intelligence

Tell a fella, tell a gent, tell a friend, and tell a friend

All I fuck is lesbians, fuck her till she celibate

White bitches love taylor swift, tell that bitch I'm hella swift

Hustling, everyday, with my twin and juicy j

Real hustlers don't sleep, we taking naps

Cigarillo full of hairy shit, balled up like naps

Got my eyes on you snakes, like craps

On a paper chase, and you haters getting lapped

Hi guys, what's up bitch? My name is purrp

I'm fucking your bitch, and I made her squirt

I'm going to be rich, as I put in work

Shes all on my dick, as I made her squirt

Mind will get hurt, my lyrics merk

Niggas with triggas and find them in dirt

(Man) I like to flirt, I'm all in her skirt

I smash it, and pass it, and watch that bitch twerk

One day, one day, you know I'm going to become God

Of the fucking country, do what you want to

See gun play

Real hustlers don't sleep, we taking naps

Cigarillo full of hairy shit, balled up like naps

Got my eyes on you snakes, like craps

On a paper chase, and you haters getting lapped

You not getting money man, you already tired

I'm finna buy a private jet, bitch I'm getting flier

Juicy j the boss, ain't no way I'm getting fired

I'm on too much shit to name, ain't no way I'm getting higher

I been chasing money since a young nigga from memphis

I see dead presidents, I think I got 6 senses

Yea we on the money train, you just rock the benches

On the purple and the yellow, call it barney and the simpsons

Out in taiwan, smoking cheech and chong

Roll it in a cigarillo, chief it in a bong

Ask me what I'm doing, getting high and counting money

And I'm counting all day, because the money keep coming

Real hustlers don't sleep, we taking naps

Cigarillo full of hairy shit, balled up like naps

Got my eyes on you snakes, like craps

On a paper chase, and you haters getting lapped