TNE Jaypee, Lil Maxxx, ML Brouu - 3AM Lyrics

Aye pipe up Hood rich
Yeah
Met this lil bitch say she wanna fuck me on her only fans
Bitch you crazy that's like a feature hoe, that shit gont come some bands
I be serving all exotic, damn near got bout 30 strands
Look in my closet, straight designer
Bitch I got like 20 brands
Road running, chasing money
All I know is get that bread
Pussy say he getting money, nigga you fell off on yo head
Flexing with $1000, bitch I spend that on my bed
Everyday I'm counting up, Ima do it till I'm dead
Young nigga, bossed up
Yeah you know I talk my shit
You niggas stressing bout that stimulus check I get that off one lick
Aint no strangers in the trap, I got rules bitch I'm strict
Only pounds, ain't no grams, that lil shit don't even exist
Niggas saying my rapping trash, I ain't worried bitch I'm paid
You working hard 9-5, I wake up that lil shit made
Really rich on god, I take risks I ain't afraid
Look he mad, you offended line it up let's take a fade
Open my eyes up and all I see is red
Before we go on this trip, nigga tell me is you scared
(Huh)
Riding for my brother like a bike with a peg
I got it, you got it nigga you ain't gotta beg
Smoking on that za, why y'all smoking on that regular
Delete that iCloud from that cellular
And if you ain't know that's how the feds a work
And how you only gangsta when you popping percs
Watch the lil bitch that's off a pill, she do ya dirty
I done fucked a few bitches who titties still perky, they close to 30
Say you know me from my names and numbers, hang up my jersey
How the plug hit me as soon as it drop, but I'm still early
Why they hating on us, we trying make a way for the streets no cement
We talk paper only, won't speak on social sites if niggas beefing
No new friends, behind ya back they tell ya secrets
Call ya friends, niggas bust in kick open yo door, while you sleeping
(Yeah)
Met this lil bitch say she wanna fuck me on her only fans
Bitch you crazy that's like a feature hoe, that shit gont come some bands
I be serving all exotic, damn near got bout 30 strands
Look in my closet, straight designer
Bitch I got like 20 brands
Road running, chasing money
All I know is get that bread
Pussy say he getting money, nigga you fell off on yo head
Flexing with $1000, bitch I spend that on my bed
Everyday I'm counting up, Ima do it till I'm dead

Aye pipe up Hood rich
Yeah
Met this lil bitch say she wanna fuck me on her only fans
Bitch you crazy that's like a feature hoe, that shit gont come some bands
I be serving all exotic, damn near got bout 30 strands
Look in my closet, straight designer
Bitch I got like 20 brands
Road running, chasing money
All I know is get that bread
Pussy say he getting money, nigga you fell off on yo head
Flexing with $1000, bitch I spend that on my bed
Everyday I'm counting up, Ima do it till I'm dead
Young nigga, bossed up
Yeah you know I talk my shit
You niggas stressing bout that stimulus check I get that off one lick
Aint no strangers in the trap, I got rules bitch I'm strict
Only pounds, ain't no grams, that lil shit don't even exist
Niggas saying my rapping trash, I ain't worried bitch I'm paid
You working hard 9-5, I wake up that lil shit made
Really rich on god, I take risks I ain't afraid
Look he mad, you offended line it up let's take a fade
Open my eyes up and all I see is red
Before we go on this trip, nigga tell me is you scared
(Huh)
Riding for my brother like a bike with a peg
I got it, you got it nigga you ain't gotta beg
Smoking on that za, why y'all smoking on that regular
Delete that iCloud from that cellular
And if you ain't know that's how the feds a work
And how you only gangsta when you popping percs
Watch the lil bitch that's off a pill, she do ya dirty
I done fucked a few bitches who titties still perky, they close to 30
Say you know me from my names and numbers, hang up my jersey
How the plug hit me as soon as it drop, but I'm still early
Why they hating on us, we trying make a way for the streets no cement
We talk paper only, won't speak on social sites if niggas beefing
No new friends, behind ya back they tell ya secrets
Call ya friends, niggas bust in kick open yo door, while you sleeping
(Yeah)
Met this lil bitch say she wanna fuck me on her only fans
Bitch you crazy that's like a feature hoe, that shit gont come some bands
I be serving all exotic, damn near got bout 30 strands
Look in my closet, straight designer
Bitch I got like 20 brands
Road running, chasing money
All I know is get that bread
Pussy say he getting money, nigga you fell off on yo head
Flexing with $1000, bitch I spend that on my bed
Everyday I'm counting up, Ima do it till I'm dead