Lyrics 3AM - Trill Sammy, YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Cashmere Cat

3AM

I’m in love with the top, I done ran through the guap
When I walk in, bake it (bake it)
Top disappear like magic
On the go, gotta have it
Fuck your hoe like a savage
Fuck your hoe like a savage
All this ice, all these carats (ooh)
That’s your hoe, why she worryin'?
Look down on at phone, it’s 3am, and all these missed calls came from you,
you-ooh
I been up 3 days, there’s somethin' bout this cash that make me fall through-ooh
Look down on at phone, it’s 3am, and all these missed calls came from you,
you-ooh
I been up 3 days, there’s somethin' bout this cash that make me- (brr)
Now I gotta have it
Fuck the cash, turn to a savage
New Louis Vuitton, baby, check out the fashion
Fuck, I might take the bands straight to the casket
Pull up and send me the addy
Throw up this cash, watch it fall to the floor
Sit down in the 8 try the candy
Pour up a cup, rest in peace to Big Moe
Gotta watch my back, I’m not just anybody
No-no-no I’m average
Fuck your hoe like a savage
All this ice, all these carats (ooh)
That’s your hoe, why she worryin'?
Look down on at phone, it’s 3am, and all these missed calls came from you,
you-ooh
I been up 3 days, there’s somethin' bout this cash that make me fall through-ooh
Look down on at phone, it’s 3am, and all these missed calls came from you,
you-ooh
I been up 3 days, there’s somethin' bout this cash that make me- (brr)
What it is, tell me what do you feel
When I get in your face, ain’t no talkin'
Five missed calls ring no long
Shawty be talkin', forever we ballin'
Hop in the bed and fuck til' the mornin'
Give you some head, you run it this mornin'
Whole lotta' money, you want it, I’m on it
Tribulations, murder right at the corner
I tend for to throw so much that you can’t handle
Or count at the bottom at random
Police gave me a case you might handle
Ima' look like a daugher, I stand up
Hateres too, where you be at?
Ima fall and jump in, and not yet
I approach and I get in your head
Bringing up shit that somebody done said
All this ice, all these carats (ooh)
That’s your hoe, why she worryin'?
Look down on at phone, it’s 3am, and all these missed calls came from you,
you-ooh
I been up 3 days, there’s somethin' bout this cash that make me fall through-ooh
Look down on at phone, it’s 3am, and all these missed calls came from you,
you-ooh
I been up 3 days, there’s somethin' bout this cash that make me- (brr)