Off Da Top (3am)

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
 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