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