Insomniak (feat. Rick Ross)

Yeah, ayy, Jerm, Jerm Yeah, ah! Ah! Ah, I'm the mo'fuckin' 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, whoa (woo) I'm on my worst behavior (woo) Bad side piece with the pertinent flavor (woo) Mo'fuckers never loved us Comin' for your money, mo'fucker don't trust us (nah) Uh, you ain't shit Bought a brand new crib, yeah, I move that brick (okay) I don't want nothin' with your doo-doo clique (okay) Treat her like a dog how I do that bitch, uh Done doin' promo (promo) And it's still motherfuckin' Most Dope (Most Dope) Made a couple million off a brand Mo'fucker, we ain't even got a logo, uh Bitch, you better have my money (must be feelin' myself) I don't see anybody but me (plan on killin' myself) Keepin' shit too real (keepin' shit too real) See a mo'fucker 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 mo'fuckin' insomniac (Look bitch, don't try and speak around me) I'm an insomniac, a mo'fuckin' insomniac (Bitch, I don't speak French, look bitch, don't try and speak around me) I'm an insomniac, a mo'fuckin' insomniac (oh, hello Q) Yeah, yeah, said, said I'm a maniac, crazy, act insane Think I might need a cage in fact Chain reactions happen when I make a pact A psycho, God made me that 'Cause I fade to black, I gets down like a plane attack You mo'fuckers just made me laugh Ha-ha, God damnit, this ain't a drill, do not panic Let me see how loud you scream (argh!) I'm off the map, mo'fuckers 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" And I don't sleep at all If you on that bullshit, I ain't gonna be involved Shit, shit, shit I could make a million puttin' my lyrics on a tee (whoa) Fearless, Jet Li, fourth quarter, Gretzky Take your bitch, Joe Pesci, don't test me Don't flex if you ain't got shit on me And, you ain't got shit on me, come get it (Come get it, come, come get it, come, come) Jar full of fresh white snow, bag full of unleaded I don't get enough credit (get enough credit, whoa) Don't sleep! (M-M-M-M-M-M) They done fucked up, huh? The biggest bezzle, huh? The don, Ricky Farrakhan, huh? 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 it, bitch, come see me Fuck who don't like it, hitta, hitta, hitta G-G-G-Gettin' money so complicated, I'm the shit, I'm constipated Yo baby mama, straight G, let me use the crib to mail all the weed California, Atlanta, white girl in a black Phantom My top down, mid-December, ride with a big black fat nigga Krispy Kreme then it's chicken wings, introduce, different things Jet skis and the best weed, think it's fake? Bitch, test me I'm jet-lagged, don't need a stylist, pants sag, Jimmy Fallon Blowin' green in the green room, Def Jam like, "Boss really wildin'" Yeah, they hate but won't box a nigga Bought the estate from a boxer nigga Paranoid, I'm walkin' round I'm butt naked with my chopper, nigga (huh) My chopper, nigga (huh) Hahahahaha! I'm butt naked with my chopper, nigga Said I'm an insomniac, a mo'fuckin' insomniac (Look bitch, don't try and speak around me) I'm an insomniac, a mo'fuckin' insomniac (Bitch, I don't speak French, look bitch, don't try and speak around me) I'm an insomniac, a mo'fuckin' insomniac I'm an insomniac, a mo'fuckin' insomniac