A$AP ANT, Curren$y - 3AM in New Orleans lyrics

Uh

I'm 'bout to drum up for my money
Like I'm DJ Cannon
I got a stripper bitch, she Spanish, yeah
She in Atlanta
Yeah, I just scored the Wock'
I'm 'bout to grab a Fanta
At my show it's like a robbery
They got they hands up
My diamonds like a hockey puck
You need no 3D glasses
I'm moving like I'm Ali
You can nickname me Cassius
I swear to God, I glow at dark
I don't need no flashes
I treat the Audi like a potato, I'ma mash it
I need my gravy in the whip
It's cranberry sauce
Daunte Culpepper, catch the pack, Randy Moss
Paid in full, Richard Porter, pull up in the
Money like the Empire building, stacking tall

Diamonds on
Your bitch tryna be picked from the crowd
Pipe down, just a fish in the sea
I seen a hundred thou'
Some are knocked down, some are passed around
OG, hot feet planted on the ground
Cold bottles in the studio
Pistols are half a pound
Hit machine, cop a Rollie off my last sixteen
Waive the fee for my dog
That's what's taught to me
Cautiously walk the street
Clutchin' car keys
Rolls-Royce parked on the corner
Where you can't be
This is New Orleans, G's recognize G's
Applaud me
On the floor seats where I was last seen