Off da Top (3am)歌词
歌手：Yo Gotti 专辑：White Friday (CM9)
作词 : Mario Mims/Joshua Howard Luellen
作曲 : Mario Mims/Joshua Howard Luellen
It's 3am West Coast time *****
We at Fat Burger
Hood ***** rich **** gourmet burgers
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
She ***** poppin, pocket watchin', they call her a thot
Bad credit, cash it out, fresh up off the lot
No back and forth, yippin', yappin', *****s gettin' shot
10 million, 20 acres, that's the new spot
Flooded out my crib and told my dealer you the illest
Renegotiate my contract, told my label I ain'tt feel it
Fell out with my partner, he mixed friendship with our business
Broke up with my ***** 'cause she was too much in her feelings
I may **** her friend, **** it, I may **** her friend
Between me and you, I always wanted to **** her friend
If I kill a hater, Lord you gotta forgive my sins
That's one **** ***** you ain't gotta worry about again
I'm forever thuggin', I ain't never changed
In plain colors but forever bangin'
Blowin' money but I'm maintainin'
Blowin' money but I'm maintainin'
I got a gamblin' problem but money can't really solve it
Tryna help all the real *****s, hate to see a ***** starvin'
Hate to see ***** robbin' they own people, ****, that's loyal
***** tryna give me the ***** for a Birkin bag, I can't afford you
I grew listenin' to 2pac and that Biggie, Jay-Z and that Nas
No gimmick rappers, these *****s had bars
Back when record labels turnin' real *****s into stars
Sendin' *****s to Mars, nowadays the game done got hard
You get shot that make you hot
But where I'm from that make you start
Before I be a *****, I'd rather rapper had the *****
I throw me some guns, get myself a charge
Never see me do that, I came too far to look back
I did too much to get help, 20 mil in one year
100 grand in one night, 50k on one flight
I've been trappin' my whole life
Ain't no secret, I be thuggin', ain't no secret, I be hustlin'
Pickin' loyalty over money, money orders to my homies
Groupie *****es be all on me, leave your phones at the door
You won't put me on no blog, once I ****, you gotta go
3am ain't nothin' open but IHOP
And a ***** legs, and my trap spot
I said 3am, I'm trappin' at the IHOP
And I'm connected to the plug like a hotspot
I'm a grower, we don't do droughts
Birds in the sky, we call them iClouds
You know the birds fly down south
I took your ***** to eat at Mr. Chow's
I met the plug at Benihanahs
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 never take you under
I'm an OG **** boy
I ain't nothin' like these youngins
I don't take the **** I'm sellin'
I won't ever do no tellin'
Overnight my pack yeah, we call that FedEx
I ship in the 18 wheeler and I ain't talkin' UPS
作曲 : Mario Mims/Joshua Howard Luellen
It's 3am West Coast time *****
We at Fat Burger
Hood ***** rich **** gourmet burgers
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
She ***** poppin, pocket watchin', they call her a thot
Bad credit, cash it out, fresh up off the lot
No back and forth, yippin', yappin', *****s gettin' shot
10 million, 20 acres, that's the new spot
Flooded out my crib and told my dealer you the illest
Renegotiate my contract, told my label I ain'tt feel it
Fell out with my partner, he mixed friendship with our business
Broke up with my ***** 'cause she was too much in her feelings
I may **** her friend, **** it, I may **** her friend
Between me and you, I always wanted to **** her friend
If I kill a hater, Lord you gotta forgive my sins
That's one **** ***** you ain't gotta worry about again
I'm forever thuggin', I ain't never changed
In plain colors but forever bangin'
Blowin' money but I'm maintainin'
Blowin' money but I'm maintainin'
I got a gamblin' problem but money can't really solve it
Tryna help all the real *****s, hate to see a ***** starvin'
Hate to see ***** robbin' they own people, ****, that's loyal
***** tryna give me the ***** for a Birkin bag, I can't afford you
I grew listenin' to 2pac and that Biggie, Jay-Z and that Nas
No gimmick rappers, these *****s had bars
Back when record labels turnin' real *****s into stars
Sendin' *****s to Mars, nowadays the game done got hard
You get shot that make you hot
But where I'm from that make you start
Before I be a *****, I'd rather rapper had the *****
I throw me some guns, get myself a charge
Never see me do that, I came too far to look back
I did too much to get help, 20 mil in one year
100 grand in one night, 50k on one flight
I've been trappin' my whole life
Ain't no secret, I be thuggin', ain't no secret, I be hustlin'
Pickin' loyalty over money, money orders to my homies
Groupie *****es be all on me, leave your phones at the door
You won't put me on no blog, once I ****, you gotta go
3am ain't nothin' open but IHOP
And a ***** legs, and my trap spot
I said 3am, I'm trappin' at the IHOP
And I'm connected to the plug like a hotspot
I'm a grower, we don't do droughts
Birds in the sky, we call them iClouds
You know the birds fly down south
I took your ***** to eat at Mr. Chow's
I met the plug at Benihanahs
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 never take you under
I'm an OG **** boy
I ain't nothin' like these youngins
I don't take the **** I'm sellin'
I won't ever do no tellin'
Overnight my pack yeah, we call that FedEx
I ship in the 18 wheeler and I ain't talkin' UPS
