3 AM (part. Jimmy Guzman)

At night at the strip club, you’ll see me throwing cash
Looking real fly in my full Dolce & Gabbana

It’s 3 AM
And a line to take me high
We won’t stop until the sun comes up
A few girls in my bed
I don’t even know their names
And my girl’s already calling on the phone
At night at the strip club, you’ll see me
Throwing cash
Because right now my heart’s broken
Looking real fly in my threads
Full Dolce & Gabbana
Amiri sneakers
And a Christian Dior bag
And even if I’m loaded with cash
With luxury and dough
And behind me the armored rides
Keeping me safe like a sheikh
Closing business deals
With presidents
I can’t get that blonde out of my mind

I’m not even trying to bust a nut now
Honestly, this didn’t need to end
I heard you’re with some other dude now
To be real, if he doesn’t step up, you won’t get told

And baby, I think
About all those nights full of kisses
When in your bed we got mischievous
When I spent 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 look for you or get lost in the excesses
Not seeing you is hitting me
Right in the bones
Honestly, I can’t forget you and right now I just

It’s 3 AM
These girls come for the fame
I get them off, but I don’t give 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 it’s bigger
The urge to devour you
I’m getting desperate; I want to hit it
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 feel like a king without a crown
Yesterday I was in London
Today I'm headed to Barcelona
So much cash and women
Baby, nothing impresses me
What happened to our time?
My Daytona told me so

Now I’ve even armored my heart
If you think to call me
I’ve encrypted my phone
I used to rock Armani
Now I’m wearing Vuitton gear
Go tell your guy
I’ll show him my stash

What good does it do to look like Al Capone
If you’re not here, I feel forever alone

I wanna be able to say I’m at a million
But you know it's not true, girl, come back, please

And even if I’m loaded with cash
With luxury and dough
And behind me the armored rides
Keeping me safe 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 to take me high
We won’t stop until the sun comes up
A few girls in my bed
I don’t even know their names
And my girl’s already calling on the phone

It’s 3 AM
And a line to take me high
We won’t stop until the sun comes up
A few girls in my bed
I don’t even know their names
And my girl’s already calling on the phone

All rich or dead
Your buddy Omar Viejo

You know you can hit me up anytime
If you wanna fool around, babe, I’ll always be there for you
I’m stacking, spending green
Going wild, you know how it is
But remember me whenever you hear

Ah!

All Jimmy Guzmán