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

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)