Waka Flocka Flame - "3AM" (Official Audio)

DP on the beat

Damn, son, where'd you find this?

We bustin' bottles, we be countin'

Rockin' chains

'Cause we came from shit, nigga

I got niggas in the kitchen

I get pounds dirt cheap

I'm in New York with the plug

Now we eatin' at Felipes

I know niggas that got rich

Now they ass flat broke

When them good girls start strippin', man

They ass turn to freaks my young niggas TTG

You gon' die if it's beef

I don't want no fuckin' peace, pour my Henny

Roll a leaf

I don't wanna see no flex, bitch

I tatted up my sleeves

I told Cannon if he kill 'em

I'ma send him three bricks

Man, we love robbin' robbers and

We love extortin' trappers

I'm a disrespectful nigga

You might catch me in your house

Fuckin' your bitch on the couch

Puttin' dick all in her mouth

I'm just a nigga from the South

So you know them pistols out

You niggas tuckin' chains in

I thought y'all was some gangsters

Swear I'm just a street nigga

Somehow I got famous rob Waka Flocka, bitch

You talkin' out your anus

Leave you brainless, you niggas lame to us

Bitches shakin' ass

Young niggas twisting fingers

Bitch, I came in with the chop, me and Wak'

And I'm sippin' Wock

Your bitch tryna fuck, she a dyke

That bitch gave me top

Lamborghini Murciélago, V12 skrrt off the lot

Told that lil' dumb slutty bitch

Take off your skirt, bitch, keep the top

If that boy want smoke, hit where it hurt

I make his body drop

Bitch, I'm TTG, I'm trained to go, on go

I never stop

This fuckboy a dork, a dweeb, a ho

That boy gon' always flop

I got niggas in the kitchen

I get pounds dirt cheap

I'm in New York with the plug