Off Da Top (3am) chords and lyrics - YO GOTTI

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[Verse 1]
[F]It's 3am West Coast time nigga
We at Fat [Fm]Burger[F]
Hood nigga rich shit gourmet burgers,
nigga
Know what I'm [Fm]talking about? [F]Ay
She [Fm]pussy popping [F]pocket watching
They call [E]her a thot
[F]Bad credit cash it out
Fresh up off the lot
[Fm]No back [F]and forth yipp[Fm]ing yapping
Niggas getting [F]shot[E][F]
10 million, 20 acres
That's [E]the new spot
Flooded out my [F]crib and
Told my jeweller you [E]the [F]illest
Reneg on my contract
Told my [E]label I don't feel [Fm]it
[E]Fell out with my [F]partner
He mixed friendship [E]with our business
Broke up [F]with my bitch
'Cuz she was too much in [E]her feelings
I may [F]fuck her friend
Fuck it I may [E]fuck [F]her friend[E]
[F]Between [E]me and you
I always [F]wanted [Fm]to fuck her friend
If I kill a [F]hater
[E]Lord you gotta forgive my sins
That's one [F]fuck nig[E]ga you ain't
gotta worry about again
[F]I'm forever thuggin' I ain't
never changed
In [E]plain col[F]ors [E]but forever [F]banging
[E]Blowing money but I'm [F]maintaining
Blowing money but I'm maintaining
[E]I got a gambling problem but
money can't [F]really solve it
Trying to help all the real niggas
Hate to see a nigga starving
Hate to see [E]nigga robbing they
own [F]people shit, disloyal
Bitch trying to give me the
pussy for a Birkin [E]bag
[F]I can't afford you
I grew listening [E]to 2pac and that Biggie
Jay- [F]z and that N[E]as
No gimmick rapper[F]s niggas
these rappers had [E]bars
Back when record labels turned real
nig[F]gas into stars, and
Sending niggas to [E]Mars, and
[F]Nowadays [E]the gam[F]e done got hard
[E]You [F]get shot that [Fm]make you [E]hot
But where I'm from that
make [F]you start
Before I be a pussy I'd rather
[E]rapper had the balls
[Fm]I th[F]row me some guns[E]
[F]Get myself a charge
Never see me [Fm]do that
[F]I c[Fm]ame too far to loo[F]k bac[E]k
I did too [Fm]much [F]to get here
20 mil in one [E]year
[Fm]100 grand in one n[F]ight
50k in one [Fm]flight
I've been [F]trapping my whole life
Ain't no secret I be thuggin'
[Fm]Ain't no secret [F]I be hustlin'
Picking loyalty over money
[E]Money ord[F]ers to my homies
Groupie bitches be all [E]on me
[F]Leave your phones at the door
You won't put me [E]on no blog
[F]Once I fuck you [E]gotta go
3am ain't [F]nothing open [E]but IHOP
And a bitch legs, and my trap spot
I said 3am I'm [F]trapping
at [E]the IHOP
And I'm connected to
the plug like a hotspot
I'm a grower we don't do [E]droughts
Birds in the sky we call [F]them iClouds
[E]You know [F]the birds fly [E]down south
I took [F]a bitch to eat at Mr. [E]Chow's
I met the plug at Benihanah
On hibachi grills [F]eating
rice and talking numbers
I [E]don't do no [F]middle men
And [E]I don't trust no runners
I'ma pay on time and I won't
[F]never take you [E]under
I'm an OG dope boy
I ain't nothing like these youngins
I don't take the dope I'm selling
I won't ever [Em]do no t[F]elling
Overnight my pack, [Em]yeah,
we call [E]that [F]FedEx
I ship in the 18 wheeler and I ain't talking UPS