Off Da Top (3am) Lyrics - Yo Gotti

It's 3am West Coast time nigga 

We at Fat Burger 

Hood nigga rich shit gourmet burgers 

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? 

She pussy 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'tt feel it 

Fell out with my partner, he mixed friendship with our business 

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 

Between me and you, I always wanted to fuck her friend 

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

That's one fuck nigga 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 nigga starvin' 

Hate to see nigga robbin' they own people, shit, that's loyal 

Bitch tryna give me the pussy 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 pussy, 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 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 

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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 bitch 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 dope boy 

I ain't nothin' like these youngins 

I don't take the dope 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 

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