3:30 Am

Pulled up round 3:30
What time you get off
Only got a few hundreds on me
All these dollars are yours
In my bag you in yours
Is this part of the show here baby
I ain't tripping get your money here baby
Get your shit off
Bad bitch bring a thug to the club
I wanna make love in this club
Like your the only one in this club
I need more ones by the bar
Bounce it go head let it count
Only want enough to make it out
Niggas are killing for it, I know why
I know the real you they just know what you go by

How to stay faithful in a room full of hoes
Sick of trying
Made my side an entree
Made my main bitch a side
She be plotting on me gotta mind where I go
Bitch picture perfect still mind what I post
I threw the cash in her bag myself, feel personal
Ain't got to shoot an opp myself that's what a solider do
The plug threw two my way cuz I done moved a few
Whip it like Uhaul
Four nights a week inside the club something bout the nuance
Shit been different hit the club with my new song
Sucka for only fans dance to my new song
I just met her and she throwing pussy at me
I see the bread I dreamed about nobody tap me
The trap jumping like an athlete jumping off a trampoline nigga
She ain't yours and she ain't mine lil nigga
Be careful, shit happen all the time lil nigga

Pulled up round 3:30
What time you get off
Only got a few hundreds on me
All these dollars are yours
In my bag you in yours
Is this part of the show here baby
I ain't tripping get your money here baby
Get your shit off
Bad bitch bring a thug to the club
I wanna make love in this club
Like your the only one in this club
I need more ones by the bar
More ones by the bar
More ones by the bar
More ones by the bar
I need more ones by the bar



Credits
Writer(s): Tyrell Phillip
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