Insomniak (ft. Rick Ross)

Think for yourself and you'll find out that

A lot of those so-called authorities are bullshit

I'm the mothafuckin' greatest, y'all don't know that yet

I don't need your money, you can hold that check

At the crib in some polo sweats

I don't need a ho, that's what the hoes don't get

I'm on my worst behavior

Bad side piece with the perfect flavor

Mothafuckas never loved us

Comin' for your money, mothafucka, don't trust us

You ain't shit

Bought a brand new crib, yeah, I move that brick

I don't want nothin' with your doo-doo clique

Treat her like a dog, how I do that bitch

Done doin' promo

And it's still mothafuckin' most dope

Made a couple million off a brand, mothafucka

We ain't even got a logo

Bitch, you better have my money

(I stay feelin' myself)

I don't see anybody but me

(Man I'm killin' myself)

And this shit too real

See a mothafucka like me gettin' money

How does it feel?

Already been, but I'm back for more

Insomniac, I don't know what I got a mattress for

Insomniac, I don't know what I got a mattress for

Don't sleep!

I'm an insomniac, a mothafuckin' insomniac

(Don't try to sneak around me)

I'm an insomniac, a mothafuckin' insomniac

(So don't try, don't try to sneak around me)

I'm an insomniac, a mothafuckin' insomniac

I'm an insomniac, a mothafuckin' insomniac

(Oh, hello q)

Yeah, yeah, said, said I'm a maniac, craziac, same thing

I might need to cave the fact

Chain reactions happen when I make a pact

A psycho, God made me that

Cause I fade to black and gets down like a plane attack

You mothafuckas just made me lap

Ha ha, God damnit, safety drill, do not panic

Let me see how loud you scream (ahhh!)

I'm off the map, mothafuckas start lookin'

But they're never gonna see where I be

She only speak french

Said "bitch look, don't try and speak around me"

I don't sleep at all

If you with that bullshit, I don't wanna be involved, shit

I could make a million puttin' my lyrics on a tee

Fearless, jet li, fourth quarter, gretzky

Take your bitch, joe pesci, don't test me

Don't flex if you don't got shit on me

And you ain't got shit on me, come get it

(Come get it, come, come get it, come)

Drawer full of fresh whites

Snow bag full of unleaded

I don't get enough credit

Don't sleep!

(M-m-m-m-m-m)

They've done fucked up, han?

The biggest bezzle, han?

The don, ricky farrakhan

(M-m-m-m-m-m-maybach music)

My weed burnin', my chain glitter

He's self made, mac miller my real nigga

Fuck who don't like, bitch come see me

Fuck who don't like, hitta, hitta, hitta

Gettin' money so complicated

I'm the shit, I'm constipated

Yo baby momma, straight g

Let me use the crib to mail all the weed

California, atlanta

White girl in the black phantom

My top down, mid-december

Ride with a big black fat nigga

Krispy kreme, then it's chicken wings

Introduce you to different things

Jet skis and the best weed

Think it's fake? Bitch test me

I'm jetlagged, don't need a stylist

Pants sag, jimmy fallon

Blowin' green in the green room

Def jam like baous really wildin'

Yeah they hate but won't box a nigga

Bought the estate from a boxin' nigga

Paranoid, I'm walkin' 'round

I'm butt naked with my chopper, nigga

Hahahahaha

I'm butt naked with my chopper, nigga