3AM In Miami

Yeah
Yeah
It's that trappin' in London fo' sho'

Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me (Let that money talk)
Luxury my fashion
Keep them pretty b- under me (Pretty bitches under)
I'm gon' pop my shit, y'all ride my wave
Y'all boys some sons to me (Ooh)
Let that money talk to me (Ha)
Let that money talk to me (Talk to me)
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Big a- Cuban chain 'round my neck, that bih' gеt heavy
I'ma put this d- inside your gut if you let mе

Baby, I'm too player I be kickin' s- like Messi
Pull it out my Polos when you slob, make sure it's messy
Both of 'em tryna f-, I could have sworn y'all h- was besties (Ha)
H-, you know I'm covered in this ice, Wayne Gretzky
H-, you keep on prayin' to the lord, how about you bless me?
Steppin' in some Prada's, I don't wear no damn Giuseppe's (Nah, nah)
You might think it's light when we move, but it's heavy
Yeah, I need that mula, uh, guap (Guap), uh, Fedi

Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Luxury my fashion, keep them pretty bitches under me
I'm gon' pop my s-, y'all ride my wave
Y'all boys some sons to me (Sons to me)
Let that money talk to me (Hey)
Let that money talk to me (Ay)
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Big a- Cuban chain 'round my neck, that b- get heavy
I'ma put this d- inside your gut
If you let me (Let me, let me, let me)

Mmm
Uh

Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me (Let that money talk)
Luxury my fashion
Keep them pretty b- under me (Pretty b- under)
I'm gon' pop my shit, y'all ride my wave
Y'all boys some sons to me (Ooh)
Let that money talk to me (Ha)
Let that money talk to me (Talk to me)
Let that money talk to me (Ooh)
Let that money talk to me
Big a- Cuban chain 'round my neck, that b- get heavy
I'ma put this d- inside your gut if you let me

Baby, I'm too player, I be kickin' shit like Messi
Pull it out my Polos when you slob, make sure it's messy
Both of 'em tryna f-,I could have sworn y'all h- was besties (Ha)
H-, you know I'm covered in this ice, Wayne Gretzky
H-, you keep on prayin' to the lord, how 'bout you bless me?
Steppin' in some Prada's, I don't wear no damn Giuseppe's
You might think it's light when we move, but it's heavy
Yeah, I need that mula, uh guap uh Fedi

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Writer(s): Kristopher Campbell, London R Darius Ruth, Nash Sheikh
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