3AM

Yeah, Yeah
Bitch
Hey
Yeah, yeah
Bitch
Aye I can't do no playing around with none of these niggas man
These niggas be foolin' man
You know how I do it
Let's go

It's 3 in the morning, I'm motherfuckin' hustlin'
Go body for body, you thinkin' bout touchin' me
And these niggas be fakin' can't let em' get next to me
I can't fuck with no bitch that's just in for the money
If you ain't got no money then you shouldn't be talkin'
I be Poppin' my shit and I know that they watchin' me
You beggin' and runnin' then call for ya mama
Gotta bankroll today so you know ima count it

These niggas be sleepin' I know they be snoozin'
Bitch I count up a bag and I can't do no losing
Then I fucked on your bitch, bend her over she choosin'
But I can't do no lackin' I'm clutchin' my toolie
And these niggas be envy, this shit it ain't new to me
24, that's for Kobe you know that I'm shootin' shit
Put his face on a Tee, bitch you know what it is
If you try me one time, ima blow off your wig
And I say I won't beef
I run up my back ends, this shit on repeat
Put the dick in her once, ima trick but won't treat her
And you say you gon' do something bitch I wanna see
And I keep sippin' lean cause my pain runnin' deep
And her pussy so wet like a ocean a sea
Ima book me the PJ, then fly overseas
Then she open her mouth, then she eat up the meat
Ima flood out her wrist, give that bitch a AP
And a Patek Philippe
And these niggas gon' see that my drip on repeat
Make her splash in the sheets cause she like the black sheep
These lil niggas be fakin' I know they be cheap
Never trick myself outta position, won't cheat
Give a fuck what they say, run it up through the week
And I told her that I'm gonna fuck but won't eat it
And I'm runnin' up money
Bitch you know that I need it

It's 3 in the morning, I'm motherfuckin' hustlin'
I go body for body, you thinkin' bout stretchin' me
These niggas be fakin' can't let em' get next to me
I can't fuck with no bitch that's just in for the money
And if you ain't got no money then you shouldn't be talkin'
I be Poppin' my shit and I know they be watchin' me
If you beggin' and runnin' then call for ya mama
Gotta bankroll today so you know ima count it

Ima pull up in cyber, then blow out the brain
They lookin' like snakes I can feel that it's strange
And they don't really know I been full of that pain
I been full of that shit, got me goin' insane
I was sleepin' on floors, but I got through the rain
I don't fuck with nobody I been in my lane
And I can't be the nigga that's losing his sane
And he already know that his pain it won't change
And I been on they ass
Look at the ceiling while smokin' on thrax
And I'm geeked out my mind bitch I'll never go back
And if you play with the gang, we gon' blow off ya hat
All these niggas be stupid I think they on crack
Bitch I been in my bag, and I'm runnin' up racks
And I cop me the P, bitch I'm smokin' that pack
And I'm ballin' on niggas not talkin' no shaq
I'm just statin' the facts

It's 3 in the morning, I'm motherfuckin' hustlin'
Go body for body, you thinkin' bout touchin' me
These niggas be fakin' can't let em' get next to me
I can't fuck with no bitch that's just in for the money
If you ain't got no money then you shouldn't be talkin'
I be Poppin' my shit and I know that they watchin' me
If you beggin' and runnin' then call for ya mama
Gotta bankroll today so you know ima count it

It's 3 in the morning, I'm motherfuckin' hustlin'
Go body for body, you thinkin' bout touchin' me
These niggas be fakin' can't let em' get next to me
I can't fuck with no bitch that's just in for the money
Say if you ain't got no money then you shouldn't be talkin'
I be Poppin' my shit and I know they be watchin' me
If you beggin' and runnin' then call for ya mama
Gotta bankroll today so you know ima count it
Yeah



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Writer(s): Kwan Smith
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