3 AM (part. Omar Camacho)

(At night, in the strip club, you’ll see me throwing cash)
(Feeling good, I’m decked out in full Dolce & Gabbana)

It’s 3 AM and a line gets me right
We won’t stop until the sun comes up
A bunch of girls in my bed, I don’t even know their names
And my girl is already blowing up my phone

At night, in the strip club, you’ll see me throwing cash
'Cause right now, my heart’s broken
Feeling good, I’m decked out in full Dolce & Gabbana
Amiri sneakers, and a girl in Christian Dior

And even if I’m rolling in dough, with luxury and cash
Behind me, the bodyguards watch me like a sheikh
Closing business deals with presidents
I can’t get that blonde out of my mind

I didn’t even want to break up right now
Girl, honestly, this didn’t have to end
They told me you’re with some other dude
Honestly, if he can’t keep up, he won’t last

And, baby, I think
About all those nights filled with kisses
When, in your bed, we’d get naughty
When I’d spend a million bucks on you
Honestly, I can’t forget you, and right now, I just think

What’s gonna happen to me if I don’t have your kisses?
If I go, I’ll look for you or get lost in excess
Not seeing you is hitting me to my bones
Honestly, I can’t forget you, and right now, just

It’s 3 AM, girls come for the fame
I mess with them, but I don’t give them love
You’re no longer by my side in high-end sports cars
Your friends are throwing their panties at me

And even though sometimes the urge to eat you out is stronger
I’m getting desperate, I want to put you in two plus two
My ego is killing me, but I stay strong
I can’t get that blonde out of my mind

I blow smoke in your name, I look like a king without a crown
Yesterday, I was in London, today, I’m heading to Barcelona
So much cash and women, baby, nothing impresses me
What happened to our time? My Daytona told me

Now I even have a shielded heart
If you’re thinking of calling, I’ve got my phone encrypted
I used to wear Armani, now I rock Vuitton
Go tell your dude I’m showing off my stack

What good is it to look like Al Capone?
If you’re not here, I feel forever alone
I want to say I’m living large
But you know it’s not true, woman, come back, please

And even if I’m rolling in dough, with luxury and cash
Behind me, the bodyguards watch me like a sheikh
Closing business deals with presidents
I can’t get that blonde out of my mind

It’s 3 AM and a line gets me right
We won’t stop until the sun comes up
A bunch of girls in my bed, I don’t even know their names
And my girl is already blowing up my phone

It’s 3 AM and a line gets me right
We won’t stop until the sun comes up
A bunch of girls in my bed, I don’t even know their names
And my girl is already blowing up my phone

All rich or dead
Your buddy Omar, old school

You know you can hit me up anytime
If you want to mess around, babe, I’ll always be here for you
I’m stacking, spending green, going wild
But remember me every time you hear

Ah!
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