I Need More ☆ Kid Ink

feat. Rico Love

Eyes wide open

We’ve been up all night, I ain’t even noticed

Fuck sleep

You know the money is the motive ’til the morning

I be hungry every moment, man, a nigga gotta eat

Cookin’ up, no Pyrex, it’s IMAX

My weight up, you could check my biceps

I’m puttin’ on for my team, holding me down like Maurice

I ain’t in no hurry ’til we ain’t got no worries, so’

Ain’t no rest for me now

Look around, and I’ve got more bills than dad, Stunny’s child

Everywhere that I go, you should know the motto

My time is my money and I always need more, so

[Hook]

So fuck sleep

Cause I’ve got a lot of bills

And nobody gon’ pay ’em but me

keep my mind on my money, nigga, I don’t love these hoes

Fuck sleep

You could chill while I stack these bills

Why you think these bitches love me?

Fuck sleep

Bitch you ain’t know, you ain’t know

When you throw stuff, I was gettin’ money

So fuck sleep

Fuck sleep

Yep, I’ve got her legs wide open

Late night, undercover freak, so you know it’s no sheets

Then it’s back to the work

Fuck 1st and the 15th, I’m tryna get paid

Every week, and that’s the only way to be

Work hard ’cause I need soft leather on the seats

See the money’s all the talk, and the only thing I breathe

Is that California kush, God blessed me like a sneeze

I’ve gotta keep it real, but I’m living in a dream

If you made it from the bottom

Then you know just what I mean

Everything on the other side ain’t always what it seems

But I heard that it’s some green, so I gotta go and see

[Hook]

So fuck sleep

Cause I’ve got a lot of bills

And nobody gon’ pay ’em but me

keep my mind on my money, nigga, I don’t love these hoes

Fuck sleep

You could chill while I stack these bills

Why you think these bitches love me?

Fuck sleep

Bitch you ain’t know, you ain’t know

When you throw stuff, I was gettin’ money

So fuck sleep

Fuck sleep

In a matter of a week, I made 200 Gs

Fuck niggas takin’ breaks, real niggas gotta eat

I told my nigga Jah, when he get back on the streets

I’mma drop a bag on him, but him right back on his feet

Made millions off of beats, and the melody is sweet

Keep my shades on ’cause I ain’t slumbered in weeks

I’m dickin’ down a freak

I’m bustin’ off like ‘Blocka! Blocka!

And sleep, I don’t need nada, champagne is my Viagra

[Hook]

So fuck sleep

Cause I’ve got a lot of bills

And nobody gon’ pay ’em but me

keep my mind on my money, nigga, I don’t love these hoes

Fuck sleep

You could chill while I stack these bills

Why you think these bitches love me?

Fuck sleep

Bitch you ain’t know, you ain’t know

When you throw stuff, I was gettin’ money

So fuck sleep

Fuck sleep.