Trill Sammy - 3AM Lyrics

Shawty live life lavish (live lavish)
She ain't f*ckin' with no average (she ain't f*ckin' with no no)
I'm in love with the top, I done ran through the guap
When I walk in, bake it (bake it)
Top disappear just like magic
On the go, gotta have it
F*ck your hoe like a savage
F*ck your hoe like a savage

All this ice, all these carats (ooh)
That's your hoe, why she worryin'?
Look down at my phone, it's 3am, and all these missed calls came from you, you
I been up three 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 three days, there's somethin' 'bout this cash that make me- (brr)

Now I gotta have it
F*ck the cash, turn to a savage
New Louis Vuitton, baby, check out the fashion
F*ck, I might take the bands straight to the casket
Pull up, now 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 not average
F*ck your hoe like a savage

All this ice, all these carats (ooh)
That's your hoe, why she worryin'?
Look down at my phone, it's 3am, and all these missed calls came from you, you
I been up three 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 three 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 ringin' all long
Shawty be talkin', forever we ballin'
Hop in the bed and f*ck 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
I'ma look like a daugher, I stand up
Haters too, 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'?
Look down at my phone, it's 3am, and all these missed calls came from you, you
I been up three 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 three days, there's somethin' 'bout this cash that make me- (brr)