3 A.M. So What
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It can get real cold if you not standin' in the lobby
Girl you're kamikaze cause I know you work your body
Yeah, you need to put me in your mind
Hit you with some baby oil, your everythang shine
Dolce & Gabbana ho, it won't impress your mama
You roll around the city like you Lola Falana
It's 3 so what? AM so what?
Me and you talk and conversate so tough
Really on the under girl I fiend for your attention
But I gotta get paid for that admission
You can't be a Christian
Did I forget to mention
You gotta be a sinner
And a bread winner
No TV dinners
Maybe top ramen
Late night countin' money with my bottom
It's 3 so what? AM so what?
Me and you talk and conversate so tough
It's sorta like ice the way we skate through the city
Even hockey players gotta say you look pretty
You get every penny
You always say gimme
You wash the Henny down baby girl with the Remy
I hate to miss the phone when I see that you call
Cause I know it's conversation that'll make me wanna ball
You make money fall like snow in Minnesota
12 AM and there ain't no rollers
It's somethin' like music when your heels hit the street
A symphony plays when you walk the concrete
And I love your eyes cause your eyes don't lie
I'member when I asked and you said that you'll try
Now you work your body like a rookie runnin' back
My life is coppin' blows, some ain't never comin' back
They all ran track like the Germany Olympics
I spit the gift so that made 'em all gifted
Now I remixed it
Put it in a capsule
Sip pineapple to the Big Red Ap'ple
Finish that Snapple
Don't leave thirsty
I still see the day the game first cursed me
3 So what? AM so what?
Me and you talk and conversate so tough
You know I'm from the city of Joe Montana
My curls bang out like gang bandanas
Flick you bananas
Playin' is a privilege
I look you in the eyes and I say the game did this
Coconut future
Real Kama Sutra
I used to buy clothes from this fine ass booster
Now I'm with the roosters when it comes to you
The way you hit the streets is anything that you do
Even politicians tryin' to get you through the wire
You come back and tell me 'cause you know they all liars
Turn 'em like tires so fast no brakes
The times we laugh about the money you make
Cakes I bake
T-Bone steaks
Ballers that race
See your face then chase
Let me lace you up
Roll up two blunts
Some think it's late but it's 3 so what?
Girl you're kamikaze cause I know you work your body
Yeah, you need to put me in your mind
Hit you with some baby oil, your everythang shine
Dolce & Gabbana ho, it won't impress your mama
You roll around the city like you Lola Falana
It's 3 so what? AM so what?
Me and you talk and conversate so tough
Really on the under girl I fiend for your attention
But I gotta get paid for that admission
You can't be a Christian
Did I forget to mention
You gotta be a sinner
And a bread winner
No TV dinners
Maybe top ramen
Late night countin' money with my bottom
It's 3 so what? AM so what?
Me and you talk and conversate so tough
It's sorta like ice the way we skate through the city
Even hockey players gotta say you look pretty
You get every penny
You always say gimme
You wash the Henny down baby girl with the Remy
I hate to miss the phone when I see that you call
Cause I know it's conversation that'll make me wanna ball
You make money fall like snow in Minnesota
12 AM and there ain't no rollers
It's somethin' like music when your heels hit the street
A symphony plays when you walk the concrete
And I love your eyes cause your eyes don't lie
I'member when I asked and you said that you'll try
Now you work your body like a rookie runnin' back
My life is coppin' blows, some ain't never comin' back
They all ran track like the Germany Olympics
I spit the gift so that made 'em all gifted
Now I remixed it
Put it in a capsule
Sip pineapple to the Big Red Ap'ple
Finish that Snapple
Don't leave thirsty
I still see the day the game first cursed me
3 So what? AM so what?
Me and you talk and conversate so tough
You know I'm from the city of Joe Montana
My curls bang out like gang bandanas
Flick you bananas
Playin' is a privilege
I look you in the eyes and I say the game did this
Coconut future
Real Kama Sutra
I used to buy clothes from this fine ass booster
Now I'm with the roosters when it comes to you
The way you hit the streets is anything that you do
Even politicians tryin' to get you through the wire
You come back and tell me 'cause you know they all liars
Turn 'em like tires so fast no brakes
The times we laugh about the money you make
Cakes I bake
T-Bone steaks
Ballers that race
See your face then chase
Let me lace you up
Roll up two blunts
Some think it's late but it's 3 so what?