Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sleep Number , by - Valee. Release date: 27.06.2019
Song language: English
Sleep Number |
| Run up a check 'til I’m out of breath |
| I fucked up my back (I fucked up my back) |
| Uh, Sleep Number bed, I set it on 66 |
| ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney |
| Now I’m relaxed (I'm in Gucci slacks) |
| I poured up some 'Gnac and it’s dark like the streetlights |
| On the ave, pitch black (Now it’s pitch black) |
| I fucked up some racks, woke up, made it back, mmm |
| How I do that? |
| (How'd you do that?) |
| I hop out the coupe in some slides |
| Laces, don’t wanna do that (No, I don’t wanna do that) |
| My new bitch look like a basketball wife |
| Her hair, she want me to do that (And I’m not gon' do that) |
| $ 3000 on jeans, I know it’s not wise |
| I still wanna do that (Yeah, I still wanna do that) |
| Even though my yellowbone bitch nice |
| I still want a brunette (I still want a brunette, yeah) |
| I’m in the four door, I’m smokin' my windows up |
| Why I do that? |
| (I like to smoke out through that) |
| Lookin' for something to watch with your girl |
| I Hulu’d that (Netflix with that) |
| Run up a check, don’t jump over hurdles |
| Thought you knew that (Not on the football with that) |
| My bitch belly flat, she don’t need a girdle |
| Where they do that? |
| (Because her stomach is flat) |
| My OG was singin' so loud |
| I might have to autotune that (Might have to autotune that) |
| My ex was comin' at me fussin' |
| I was lyin' through that |
| I hit her from back, too much ruckus |
| My neighbors lyin' through that (Gotta listen to that) |
| I’m gettin' top at the light, but it’s borin' |
| I’m sighin' through that (I don’t wanna do that) |
| Run up a check 'til I’m out of breath |
| I fucked up my back (I fucked up my back) |
| Uh, Sleep Number bed, I set it on 66 |
| Now I’m relaxed (I'm in Gucci slacks) |
| I poured up some 'Gnac and it’s dark like the streetlights |
| On the ave, pitch black (Now it’s pitch black) |
| I fucked up some racks, woke up, made it back, mmm |
| How I do that? |
| (How'd you do that?) |
| I hop out the coupe in some slides |
| Laces, don’t wanna do that (No, I don’t wanna do that) |
| My new bitch look like a basketball wife |
| Her hair, she want me to do that (And I’m not gon' do that) |
| $ 3000 on jeans, I know it’s not wise |
| I still wanna do that (Yeah, I still wanna do that) |
| Even though my yellowbone bitch nice |
| I still want a brunette (I still want a brunette, yeah) |
| Carhartt Converses was gifted, presidential, I need a motorcade |
| My watch a double quick, bitch, my sauce, rib tips up at Lem’s |
| Vetements, knee high socks from Barney’s, new Ferraris, GT, PVC |
| Your BM on my pipe, B, oh no |
| Sheisty, schemer, alligator strap on my back, don’t tell PETA |
| AP flooded, don’t tell FEMA, Qualitest and Lime-A-Rita |
| I’m Four Loko, got five rose gold rings, two chrome on |
| With my black ho, her name Coco, Chanel vintage frames the logo |
| Inner circle, face connection straight from Paris |
| Hit underground, came from Paris, valet parked, the Rover rollin' |
| I’m so careless, you embarrassed, Gucci shoes, you shop at Payless |
| Double G my logo |