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Off Da Top(3am) (Explicit) - Yo Gotti
Written by：Mario Mims/Joshua Howard Luellen
It's 3am West Coast time ni**a
We at Fat Burger
Hood ni**a rich sh*t gourmet burgers
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout
She p**sy poppin' pocket watchin' they call her a thot
Bad credit cash it out fresh up off the lot
No back and forth yippin' yappin' niggas 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't feel it
Fell out with my partner he mixed friendship with our business
Broke up with my b**ch 'cause she was too much in her feelings
I may f**k her friend f**k it I may f**k her friend
Between me and you I always wanted to f**k her friend
If I kill a hater Lord you gotta forgive my sins
That's one f**k ni**a 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 niggas hate to see a ni**a starvin'
Hate to see ni**a robbin' they own people sh*t that's loyal
B**ch tryna give me the p**sy 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 niggas had bars
Back when record labels turnin' real niggas into stars
Sendin' niggas 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 p**sy I'd rather rapper had the balls
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 b**ches be all on me leave your phones at the door
You won't put me on no blog once I f**k you gotta go
3am ain't nothin' open but IHOP
And a b**ch 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 b**ch 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 d**e boy
I ain't nothin' like these youngins
I don't take the d**e 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
