[Intro: Rico Love]
Bet you ain't know, you ain't know
When you dozed off, I was gettin' money
Yeah, I was gettin' money [bad word] [bad word] sleep, so [bad word] sleep [bad word] sleep, gettin' it
(Turn the lights on)

[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
Uh, eyes wide open
We've been up all night, I ain't even notice, [bad word] sleep
You know the money is the motive
To the morning, I be hungry every moment, man a [bad word] gotta eat
Cookin' up, no pyrex, if's IMAX my weight up
You could check my biceps
I'm puttin' for on my team, holdin' me down like Maurice
I ain't in no hurry, to ain't got no worries
So, ain't no rest for me now
Look around and I got mo' bills than Destiny's Child
Everywhere that I go, you should know the motto
"My time is my money" and I always need mo'

[Hook: Kid Ink & Rico Love]
So [bad word] sleep
Cause I got a lot of bills, and nobody gon' pay 'em, but me
I keep my mind on my money, [bad word] I don't love these hoes [bad word] sleep !
Uhh, you could chill, when I stack these bills
Why you think these [bad word] love me? [bad word] sleep
Bet you ain't know, you ain't know
When you dozed off, I was gettin' money
So [bad word] sleep, [bad word] sleep
(Turn the lights on)

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
I got her legs wide open
Late night, undercover freaks so you know it's no sheets
Then it's back to the work, [bad word] first and then the fifthteenth
I'm tryna get pay day erry'week
And it's tha only way to be, work hard, cause I need soft leather on the seat
See the money all the top, and all the things I breathe
It's tha Californian kush, God blessed me like a sneeze
I gotta keep it real, but I'm livin' in a dream
If you made it from the bottom, then you just know what I mean
Everything on the other side ain't always what it seems
But I heard that there's some green, so I gotta go and see

[Hook: Kid Ink & Rico Love]

[Verse 3: Rico Love]
In the matter of the week, I make two hunnits G's
Fake niggas takin' breaks, real niggas gotta eat
I told my [bad word]  Jah, when you get back on the streets
I'mma drop a bag on 'em, put a Maybach on his feet
Make millions off of beats and the melodies are sweet
I keep my shades on cause I ain't slumbered in weeks
I'm dippin' down a freak, I'm bustin' off like: "Blocka, blocka!"
And sleep, I don't need nada, champagne is my Viagra

[Hook: Kid Ink & Rico Love]