"3AM In LA" lyrics

I'm on the road again
City to city, state to state, another show again
Just met some badass lil' bitches out of Oregon
If she ain't whoring then I get to playin' her like she a organ
Ain't no nigga workin' me, I put these niggas straight to work
Nigga know what's up with me, he speakin' down, I guess he hurt
If you broke, it ain't gon' work, my choosin' for your brand new purse
Don't like no hoe all in my face, spin her around and make her twerk

Matter fact, since you all on me, can you fly these pounds for me?
I can really turn you up, but is you gon' be down for me?
I get everything I want, this nigga keep a smile on me
He hold it down for me, on vacay, fuckin' on the balcony
Nigga blew a bag on me and now she hella mad at me
Drop that nigga happily, 'cause I don't fuck up families
What hoes do on special occasions, bitch, I do it casually
And niggas know they play around with me, gon' be a casualty

And I'm a rich dick bandit, these bitches can't stand it
A nigga know don't come in my direction empty-handed
My way, I'm really havin' these hoes can't understand it
Lil' bae, I'm in your city for a minute, I just landed

I keep these niggas fucked up in the head (they fucked up in the head)
I talk big shit and I back it up in the bed (I back it up in the bed)
If a nigga ever think I'm finna fuck without head
Then that nigga must be hella fucked up in the head (fucked up in the head)
I need to let these niggas know this (know this)
I'm a cold bitch (I'm a cold bitch)
When I cut a nigga off, it ain't no notice
Bitch, I been gettin' to the back, I been focused

I never been a follower, I always did my own shit
And my name good in the hood, I don't owe shit
Never did no ho shit, and I still be posted
A real city bitch keep a nigga out of Oakland
These Casa Blanca shorts got my little ass pokin'
Louis side clones on, I can't see nobody
All my diamonds dancin', I ain't tuckin' shit for nobody
Why the fuck you actin' like that girl and you's a nobody?
Hoes be actin' bougie on the low, they be on go prolly

I'm on the road again
City to city, state to state, another show again
Just met some badass lil' bitches out of Oregon
If she ain't whoring then I get to playin' her like she a organ
Turn me up, don't turn me down, I'm in my zone again
Fuckin' in the presidential suite on the 47th floor again
Slidin' up and down this nigga pole again
I ain't gon' lie, this nigga what I like
He fucked me down and took my soul again

Fuck just dropped a thousand dollar cup, I'm finna pour again
I'm stuck on water, fuck this nigga, pullin' up my phone again (Phone again)
Fucked me, took my songs again
Did him wrong again, it's over with