Big Jerm - Real Hustlers Don't Sleep lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J] Get your motherf**ing paper up and quit hating on other n***as, man. Man, y'all n***as is crazy out here, man. While you n***as be out here with that bullsh**!? You already know where I'm gonna be at -- The motherf**ing bank [Hook: Juicy J] (x2) Real hustlers don't sleep, we take a nap Cigarillo full of hairy sh**, balled up like naps Got my eyes on you snakes, like craps On a paper chase, and you haters get lapped [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] Hood n***a, but a good dude Good n***a, but a hood dude sh**, you don't know what I been through So you don't know what I could do They hating on me, they talk down They talk threats, that's good news Margiela, RAF Simons Them Rick Owens is good shoes Getting paid, I'm in a good mood Old school, slabs in it Grill, 24 karats in it Courtesy of my black dentist Trill b**h ad-libbing That's what I call eloquent I'm getting brain, she s**ing dick That's what I call intelligence Tell a fella, tell a gent Tell a friend, and tell a friend All I f** is lesbians f** her till she celibate White b**hes love Taylor Swift, tell that b**h I'm hella swift Hustling everyday, with my twin and Juicy J [Hook] [Verse 2: SpaceGhostPurrp] Hi guys, what's up b**h? My name is Purrp I'm f**ing your b**h, and I made her squirt I'm going to be rich, as I put in work She's all on my dick, as I made her squirt Mind will get hurt My lyrics merk n***as with triggas and find them in dirt Man, I like to flirt I'm all in her skirt I smash it, and pa** it, and watch that b**h twerk One day, one day You know I'm going to become a God of the f**ing country Do what you want to, see gunplay [Hook] [Verse 3: Juicy J] You not getting money man, you already tired I'm finna buy a private jet, b**h I'm getting flier Juicy J the boss, ain't no way I'm getting fired I'm on too much sh** to name, ain't no way I'm getting higher I been chasing money since a young n***a from Memphis I see dead presidents, I think I got 6 senses Yea we on the money train, you just rock the benches On the purple and the yellow, call it Barney and the Simpsons Out in Taiwan, smoking Cheech and Chong Roll it in a cigarillo, chief it in a bong Ask me what I'm doing, getting high and counting money And I'm counting all day, because the money keep coming [Hook]