Off da Top (3am)

It's 3am, West coast timing

We in Fatburger

Hood **** rich shit, gourmet burger

****, know what I'm talkin' about?

Aye

She pussy poppin', pocket watching, they call her a thot

Bad credit, cash it out, fresh up off the lot

No back and forth, yippin'-yappin', **** gettin' shot, pow

Ten million twenty acres, that's the new spot

Flooded out my Cubans

Told my jeweler you the illest

Renegotiate my contract, told my label I ain't feel it, fuck 'em

Fell out with my partner

He mixed friendship with our business, fuck him

Broke up with my bitch, 'cause she was too much in her feelings

I may fuck her friend, fuck it, I may fuck her friend

'Tween me and you, I always want to fuck her friend

If I kill a hater, Lord, you gotta forgive my sins

That's one "Fuck me" you ain't gotta worry 'bout again

I'm forever thuggin', I ain't never changin'

I don't play in coke but forever bangin'

Blow money but I maintain

Blow money but I maintain

I got a gamblin' problem, and the money can't really solve it

Try to help all the real ****

Hate to see a **** starvin'

Hate to see a **** robbin'

They own people, shit, disloyal

Bitch tryna gimme the pussy for a Birkin bag

I can't afford you

I grew up listening to that Tupac and that Biggie

Jay Z and that Nas

No gimmick rappers, these **** had balls

Back when record labels turnin' real **** into stars

Sending **** to Mars

Nowadays, the game done got hard

You get shot that make you hot

But where I'm from, that make you scarred

Before I be a puss, I'd rather rap behind the bars

Upload me some guns

Give myself a charge

Never see me do that

I came too far to look back

I did too much to get here

Twenty mil' in one year

Hunnid grand in one night

Fifty K in one flight

I been trappin' my whole life

Ain't no secret, I be thuggin'

Ain't no secret, I be hustlin'

Picking lucky over money

Money orders to my homies

Groupie bitches be all on me

Leave your phones at the door

You won't put me on no blog

Once I fuck you gotta go

3am, ain't nothin' open but IHOP

And a bitch legs

And my trap spot

I said 3am, I'm trappin' at the IHOP

And I'm connected to the plug like a hotspot (Like WiFi)

Nah, nah, keep going

I'ma grower, we don't do droughts

Birds in the sky, we call 'em iCloud

You know the birds flight down South

I took your bitch to eat at Mister Chow's

I met the plug at Benihana (Keep goin')

On Hibachi grills, eatin' rice and talkin' numbers

I don't do no middle men

And I don't trust no runners

I'ma pay on time and I won't ever take you under (Keep goin')

I'm a OG dough boy

I ain't nothing like the youngins

I don't take the dope I'm sellin', I won't ever do no tellin'

Overnight my pack, yeah

We called it FedEx, I'm shippin' in an 18-wheeler

And I ain't talkin' UPS