Cas Da Connect - SleepWalk

Getting all this money and I cant stop
Getting all this money and I can't stop
Im trying to stop but i cant stop
I keep sleep walking to the trap
I go to sleep at 3 a.m at 305 im counting stack's
Getting all this money and I cant stop
Getting all this money and I cant stop

Getting all this money and i wont stop
Fuck around me and get shot
I dont care we on who block
All you gonna hear is that click clat
That pistol pressed on your back
Scooby-doo ma nigga paa paa
Fuck calling the op's
You gonna need fire department
When im finish lighting up your block
Im getting mine's im hitting line's
I did my time im on the grind
Them bird's is flying nigga
Fuck with a nigga like me
No nigga you cant be me no
Ya should work for santa
Since ya nigga's scare of that heat wow
Im getting mula i turn into the shooter
I blow off your fucking madula
If i fall again god ill sue ya
Boy you dont know what i might do to ya
The ruga just might tudor ya
Me rolling twenty deep to you funeral
Semi tucked louied up
Getting all this money so i dont care
Flexing on these hoe's like rick flair
Made it to the top with no stair's
No security's cuz i aint scared
Riding dirty in the suburban
Face mask on feeling like im purgeding
Smelling fresh whips swerving
Quick paid like a chapi surgeon

Anything you want i got em
Money hoe's 4's i got em
Ex coke flow's i got em
Half's o's pound's i got em
Trap henny molly's i got em
Serve nigga's weight no problem
Im a harlem nigga who got em
Try to play slick i got em got em

Getting all this money and I cant stop
Getting all this money and I can't stop
Im trying to stop but i cant stop
I keep sleep walking to the trap
I go to sleep at 3 a.m at 305 im counting stack's
Getting all this money and I cant stop
Getting all this money and I cant stop

Just sold my trap to buy a trap
Sold my chain's to buy a glock
Sold my honda to buy a lack
Try to sell my soul but it was over stocked
Im all about that paper for that ill decapitate ya
I'll send you to your maker then is back to paper chasing
Look at all this bread im baking im fucking these tot's not dating
Im moving the sheetrock not painting
Boy just give me prop's and stop hating
Creampie your wife then im flaking
Got my ice's on im caking fuck a ski mask
Im Jason i aint passing blunt's im facing
Counting paper none stop
Sipping on lean getting smacked
Catch me in the back hitting yack
At the trap stirring up that pot
Shoot myself before i get knocked
While your daughter giving me some top's
We call shooter's out here not op's
Last time i took a L i was booped
Trying to make a mill let's get it
Let the nine pop like confetti
Get me a chop cheese at the deli
A pint of henny now im ready
Just jacked the whip for the getty
Four bad bitches waiting at the telly
Im a wild boy machine gun kelly
Gotta shake cuz these feen's keep blowing up my celly

Anything you want i got em
Money hoe's 4's i got em
Ex coke flow's i got em
Half's o's pound's i got em
Trap henny molly's i got em
Serve nigga's weight no problem
Im a harlem nigga who got em
Try to play slick i got em got em

Getting all this money and I cant stop
Getting all this money and I can't stop
Im trying to stop but i cant stop
I keep sleep walking to the trap
I go to sleep at 3 a.m at 305 im counting stack's
Getting all this money and I cant stop
Getting all this money and I cant stop

Written by:
Jermin Velez

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