Young Money
Bedtime
[Hook] x2

Sleep n***a, Bedtime
Flatlinnne, Redline
Ain't a n***a fuckin with my bread grind
Sleep n***a! Bedtime

[Verse 1]

Yeah, South Beach, freak chick, mouth piece, feet kicked
Stacking paper, need whip
Fuck you jacking hater, heat clips
Thug mode, grind zone
N***a Oh, mind blown
Live up to my name and spot that ratchet bitch
You can find me where them killers make them caskets sit
Paper chasers, dominated
New n***a, nominated
Chyea, everybody and they momma hated
I don't give a fuck about the commentating
Chyea ha! I be around that yay like J
Never hustled but I'll bust Trey like Ray
On a nice day, that's word to vice, yay
That's how them real n***as roll the dice play!

[Hook] x2
[Verse 2]

Yeah, fuck it let em' hate a n***a made it
These n***as say it but it's never demonstrated
Talkin all this baller sportin but its not illustrated
N***as snitchin if I diss em I get litigated
You need twenty-thousand on your whip for daytons
N***a I blew twenty-thousand just on shit to skate in
You smoking regular shit, rollin raddish
That's prolly why your d*** gotta fuckin a****
Yeahhh, Snow flowin like the fuckin Boss
You suckas soft, sucka soft
She said she love it when I rap fast
I twark fast She nab ahhhh!

[Hook] x2