3AM (feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Cashmere Cat)

Shawty live life lavish (Live lavish)

She ain't fuckin' with no average (She ain't fuckin' with no, no)

I'm in love with the top, I done ran through the guap

When I walk in, bag it (Bag it)

Top disappear just like magic

On the go, gotta have it

Fuck your hoe like a savage (Yeah)

Fuck your hoe like a savage

All this ice, all these carats (Ooh)

That's your hoe, why she worryin'?

(That's your hoe, why she worried though?)

Look down at my phone, it's 3am

And all these missed calls came from you

You

I been up 3 days, there's somethin' bout this cash

That make me fall through

Look down at my phone, it's 3am

And all these missed calls came from you

You

I been up 3 days, there's somethin' bout this cash that make me (Brr)

Now, I gotta have it (Have it)

Fuck the cash, turn to a savage (Savage)

New Louis Vuitton, baby, check out the fashion

Fuck, I might take the bands straight to the casket (Ooh-ooh)

Pull up and send me the addy (Skrrt, skrrt)

Throw up this cash, watch it fall to the floor

Just down in the H runnin' candy

Pour up a cup, rest in peace to Big Moe

Gotta watch my back, I'm not just anybody (Anybody)

No-no-no I'm not average

Fuck your hoe like a savage

All this ice, all these carats (Ooh)

That's your hoe, why she worryin'?

(That's your hoe, why she worried though?)

Look down at my phone, it's 3am

And all these missed calls came from you

You

I been up 3 days, there's somethin' bout this cash

That make me fall through

Look down at my phone, it's 3am

And all these missed calls came from you

You

I been up 3 days, there's somethin' bout this cash that make me

What it is, tell me what do you feel?

When I get in your face, ain't no talkin'

Five missed calls ring, no alarm

Shawty be talkin', forever we ballin'

Hop in the bed and fuck till the mornin'

Give you some H, 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 daughter, I stand up

Headed to where you be at

I'ma 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'?

(That's your hoe, why she worried though?)

Look down at my phone, it's 3am

And all these missed calls came from you

You

I been up 3 days, there's somethin' bout this cash

That make me fall through

Look down at my phone, it's 3am

And all these missed calls came from you

You

I been up 3 days, there's somethin' bout this cash that make me (Brr)