Bobby Shmurda - No time for sleep (Freestyle)

Waste so much money on mind ain’t got no time for me
Shawty call me all the time, and say she tired of me
I know that I pop a lot and smoke a lot of weed
And I don’t pay her any mind when I be countin’ rich
Baby, I’m busy on the road time to breathe
They had me locked up in the pens, doin’ twenty-three
So I be stankin’ Mr. Ben ’til he twenty-three
A lof of, a lot of Ms in my twenty-three
Bitch .45 on my waist, I’m with my [?]
Bitch, .45 on my waist, don’t gotta turn the key
Bitch, .45 on my waist, I’m in my Bentley Jeep
Bitch, turned that fire on them niggas, they was twenty-three
If I put that iron on them niggas, they remеmber me
If you heard wе slidin’ on them niggas, they make memories
If I put that iron on them niggas, they remember me
If you heard we slidin’ on them niggas, they make memories
Chopper, chopper, brr, brand new chopper out to tear bodies
PJ, got a thirty and extenders in this handglock
I’m gettin’ get rich as fuck, I’m just tryna keep my man out
Gave my bro a dub, we been coadie since the sandbox
Huh, you say it’s, why your hands up?
Huh, you say it’s, why your hands up?