Its 3 So What A.m. So What

It can get real cold if you not standin' in the lobby

Girl you Kamikaze cuz

I know you work your body yeah

You need to put me in your mind

Hit you with some baby oil

Yo everything shine

Dolce and Gabana

Ho it won't impress your mama

You roll around the city like your Lola Falana

It's 3 so what?

A.M so what?

Me and you talking conversation so tough

Really on the under girl I feen for your attention

But I gotta get paid for it

that admission

You can't be a Christian

Did I forget to mention

You gotta be a sinner

And a bread winner

No T-bone dinners

Maybe Top Ramen

Late night counting money with my bottom

It's 3 so what?

A.M. so what?

Me and you talking conversation so tough

It's sorta like ice the way we skate through the city

Even hockey players gotta say you look pretty

You gettin' every penny

You always say \"gimme\"

You wash the Heni down baby girl with the Remi

I hate to miss the phone when I see that you called

Cuz I know it's conversation that'll make me wanna ball

You make money fall like snow in Minnesota

12 a.m. and there ain't no rollers

It's something like music when your heels hit the street

A symphony plays when you walk the concrete

And I love yo eyes cuz yo eyes don't lie

I remember when I asked and you said that you'll try

Baby work your body like a rookie running back

My life is coping blows

Soul ain't never coming back

They all ran track like the ? Olympics

I spit the gift so that made them all gifted

Now I remixed it

Put it in a capsule

Pineapple to the big red apple

Finish that Snapple

Don't leave thirsty

I still ? the game first cursed me

Its 3 so what?

A.M. so what?

Me and you talking conversation so tough

Ya know I'm from the city of Joe Montana

My curls bang out like gang bandanas

Freak you bananas

Paying is a privilege

I look you in the eyes and say \"the game did this\"

Coconut future

Real Karma Sutra

I used to buy clothes from this fine ass booster

Now I'm with the roosters

When it comes to you

The way you hit the streets and the things that you do

Even politicians try to get you through the wire

Come back and tell me cuz you know they all liars

Turning like tires so fast no brakes

Sometimes we laugh about the money you make

Cakes I bake

T-Bone steaks

Fallas that race to your face then chase

Let me lace you up

Roll up two blunts

Some think it late

But its 3 so what?