3AM IN NY ft. Lildrippa & Jah Lyrics

Really ain't fair how you're Cheatin' me now Even after all the Times I've held you down

Really ain't fair how you switch Your ways

You don't find somebody no one To replace me, baby

I heard you tryin' run the city with The biggest rapper

But I was runnin' around the city With the biggest trapper

It's Christmas time, I'm tryin' Have Her drippin ' all in fashion

They hatin you on Instagram, tell Em see you in traffic

It's 3 AM in New York, I'm down In Times Square Got 30 bands up In my pocket, said it's not fair

I told my man, no don't you pop it, No, not right here I love your Body, baby, rubbin' all through my Hair

It's cold outside, I'm up in N.Y. in A Moncler I got that Rollie on My Wrist, but it don't stop there

It's 30 bands up in my pocket, 50 On the close I tap a button, the Window close, that's how the Maybach goes

We having steak and lobster i turn On some Frank Sinatra She tryin' Get it rockin', I hope she ain't Pocket watchin

And drippa get it poppin', Maybach, that's my favorite option And shorty know we locked in

Christmas time, we in the tropics Yeah, Christmas time, we in the Tropics

Fell in love and now I'm losin' Options Timing was perfection, Fuck love

Everybody sayin' that it's stressful, I'm fucked up It's 3 a.m., I'm Sippin' reminiscin' bout the old Days

I ain't tryna be here anymore, I'm Tryna go back

So I'm goin' M.I.A. on em flexin' On my ex, bitch

Pull up on my new bitch she Badder than Alexus

Plenty reasons you should never Fuck a bitch from Texas

Said she got a only fans that bitch Probably finessin

I know you got a man but girl you Mine now

I said my bitch probably finessin

I know you got a man, but you Mine now

I heard you tryna run the city with The biggest rapper

But I was runnin' around the city With the biggest trapper

Christmas time, I'm tryna have her Drippin' all in fashion

They hatin' you on Instagram, tell Them see you in traffic

It's 3 a.m. in New York, I'm down In Times Square

Got 30 bands up in my pocket, said It's not fair

I told my mans, no, don't you pop It no, not right here

It's cold outside, I'm up in N.Y. In A moncler

You want that Van Cleef?

You can have it all

For you, I'm hands-free I'm doin' Rap tours in a rocket I'm like Van Fleet

You don't post you with me, but They know you with me

It's 3 a.m., we in N.Y., feel like I Own the city

Walk around with so much power And the Rollie 50

Bands, tell you I'm the man, that's Why you rollin' with me

But you my shorty, call you Morty, You you steppin' Ricky

Got a vibe on you, I think it's Heaven sent

Keep my eyes on the prize and you Let me win

It's women watchin' you, they Mad, they can't get in

They are not your friends

Upgrade your life, I might AMG Yo Benz

Let you run your movie, give the AMC the rent

Crib to the loft, I can take you to The pen

Really, it'll all make sense if it Wasn't 3 a.m

I heard you tryna run the city with The biggest rapper

I was runnin' around the city with The biggest trapper

Christmas time, I'm tryna have her Drippin' all in fashion

They hating you on Instagram, tell Them see you in traffic

It's 3 a.m. in New York, I'm down In Times Square

Got 30 bands up in my pocket, said It's not fair

I told my mans, no, don't you pop It, no, not right here

It's cold outside, I'm up in N.Y. In A Moncler