Crooked I – No Sleep Gang Lyrics

Crooked I – No Sleep Gang Lyrics

No sleep gang it’s omnia gang
We all here trafficking
That mean Imma find me a lane
You wanna be celebrities
You remind me of lames
But I got bars when I’m through selling these
Imma buy me some fame
All about that ruler halla
Imma but rule why I stay color
Gotta frames top shutter
Don’t count on niggers but I might count dollars
I don’t count on hoes but I might count dollars
Tell the haters what I might count
Bottles in the VIP
When the club turn the lights out
I’m on the white couch
Yelling out
Bang bang bang
No sleep gang
Bang bang bang
No sleep gang

OG man had a dope things came
Get’em so hooked they’ll adopt T-Pain
Caught her on a b and there’s no key chain
Push the start and it crooked apart
Sees vibrate when a dope d bang
Drank the sip
Nigger Kush the spark
Bang bang bang
No sleep gang
Bang bang bang
No sleep gang
Bang bang bang
Nigger no sleep gang
Fuck sleep get that money my nigger
Fuck sleep get that money my nigger
Fuck sleep get that money my nigger
Fuck sleep get that money my nigger
Fuck sleep get that money my nigger

Up in the club go add up
Back in the club hold that up
Haters in the club so damn what?
If you don’t make money than it don’t add up
No sleep gang, roll that up
No sleep gang, roll that up
No sleep gang, roll that up
If you don’t make money than it don’t add up

House in the heels polishes the nails
Getting wowed in the field we just bounce to Brazil
How does it feel to count dollar bills to count dollar bills
House in the heels polishes the nails
Getting wowed in the field we just bounce to Brazil
How does it feel to count dollar bills to count dollar bills

No sleep gang it’s omnia gang
Raised by some old dogs
That’s why I probably became
They push rock in the 90s
They remind me a thing
Hundred dollar dash
Floors on the dash
Pull the top back while I’m flying to the lanes y’all
Bang bang bang
No sleep gang
Bang bang bang
No sleep gang
Go see dough
And I know she know
Chain and a cross
COB on the cop gang boss
Bitch too molly and an old champagne
This time around y’all can’t blame all
Mama told me I couldn’t behave
To that dollar as quick as a slave
Now I’m a master
Fly like pastor
Loubutin sneakers one foot in the grave
But before I die
Let me tell you this
Imma ball on you niggers
I can tell you piss
Fuck about…get all lane
Nigger don’t tell me
Homey tell your bitch
She rap

Bang bang bang
No sleep gang
Bang bang bang
No sleep gang
Bang bang bang
Nigger no sleep gang
Fuck sleep get that money my nigger
Fuck sleep get that money my nigger
Fuck sleep get that money my nigger
Fuck sleep get that money my nigger
Fuck sleep get that money my nigger

Up in the club go add up
Back in the club hold that up
Haters in the club so damn what?
If you don’t make money than it don’t add up
No sleep gang, roll that up
No sleep gang, roll that up
No sleep gang, roll that up
If you don’t make money than it don’t add up

House in the heels polishes the nails
Getting wowed in the field we just bounce to Brazil
How does it feel to count dollar bills to count dollar bills
House in the heels polishes the nails
Getting wowed in the field we just bounce to Brazil
How does it feel to count dollar bills to count dollar bills

Bang bang bang
No sleep gang
Bang bang bang
No sleep gang
Bang bang bang
No sleep gang
Bang bang bang
No sleep gang