K Camp - 3AM In Miami Lyrics

Yeah
Yeah
(It's that trappin' London fa' sho')

Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me (let that money talk)
Luxury my fashion
Keep them pretty bitches under me (pretty bitches)
I'm gon' pop my shit
Y'all ride my wave, y'all boys some sons to me (ooh)

Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me (talk to me)
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Big ass Cuban chain 'round my neck, that bitch get heavy
I'ma put this dick inside your gut if you let me

Baby, I'm too player, I be kickin' shit like Messi
Pull it out my Polos when you slob, make sure it's messy
Both of 'em tryna f*ck, I could have sworn y'all hoes was besties
Ho, you know I'm covered in this ice, Wayne Gretzky
Ho, you keep on prayin' to the Lord, how 'bout you bless me?
Steppin' in some Pradas, I don't wear no damn Giuseppes
You might think it's light when we move, but it's heavy
Yeah, I need that mula (uh), guap (uh), fetty

Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Luxury my fashion
Keep them pretty bitches under me
I'm gon' pop my shit
Y'all ride my wave, y'all boys some sons to me

Let that money talk to me (ayy, ayy, ayy) (hey)
Let that money talk to me (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Big ass Cuban chain 'round my neck, that bitch get heavy
I'ma put this dick inside your gut if you let me

Mm-hmm, hmm
Uh-uh

Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me (let that money talk)
Luxury my fashion
Keep them pretty bitches under me (pretty bitches)
I'm gon' pop my shit
Y'all ride my wave, y'all boys some sons to me (ooh)

Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me (talk to me)
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Big ass Cuban chain 'round my neck, that bitch get heavy
I'ma put this dick inside your gut if you let me

Baby, I'm too player, I be kickin' shit like Messi
Pull it out my Polos when you slob, make sure it's messy
Both of 'em tryna f*ck, I could have sworn y'all hoes was besties
Ho, you know I'm covered in this ice, Wayne Gretzky
Ho, you keep on prayin' to the Lord, how 'bout you bless me?
Steppin' in some Pradas, I don't wear no damn Giuseppes
You might think it's light when we move, but it's heavy
Yeah, I need that mula (uh), guap (uh), fetty

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