Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sleep Number, artist - Valee. Album song Runnin' Rich, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, Getting Out Our Dreams, Universal Music
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 |