K Camp - 3AM in Miami lyrics

Yeah yeah
It's that trappin' London fa' sho'

Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
(Let that money talk) luxury my fashion
Keep them pretty bitches under me
(Pretty bitches under)
I'm gon' pop my shit, y'all ride my wave
Y'all boys some sons to me (O oh)
Let that money talk to me
(Ha) , let that money talk to me (Talk to me)
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Big ass Cuban chain 'round my neck
That bitch gеt heavy
I'ma put this dick inside your
Gut if you let mе

Baby, I'm too player
(Ha, ha, ha) , I be kickin' shit like Messi
Pull it out my Polos
(Ha, ha, ha) when you slob
Make sure it's messy both of 'em tryna fuck
I could have sworn y'all hoes was besties
(Ha) ho, you know I'm covered in this ice
Wayne Gretzky
Ho, you keep on prayin' to the lord
How 'bout you bless me?
Steppin' in some Prada's
I don't wear no damn Giuseppe's (Nah, nah)
You might think it's light when we move
But it's heavy
Yeah, I need that mula, uh, guap
(Guap) , uh, Fedi

Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me luxury my fashion
Keep them pretty bitches under me
I'm gon' pop my shit, y'all ride my wave
Y'all boys some sons to me (Sons to me)
Let that money talk to me
(Hey) , let that money talk to me (Ay, ay)
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Big ass Cuban chain 'round my neck
That bitch get heavy
I'ma put this dick inside your
Gut if you let me (Let me)

Mmm uh
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
(Let that money talk) luxury my fashion
Keep them pretty bitches under me
(Pretty bitches under)
I'm gon' pop my shit, y'all ride my wave
Y'all boys some sons to me (O oh)
Let that money talk to me
(Ha) , let that money talk to me (Talk to me)
Let that money talk to me
(O oh) , let that money talk to me
Big ass Cuban chain 'round my neck
That bitch get heavy
I'ma put this dick inside your
Gut if you let me

Baby, I'm too player
(Ha, ha, ha) , I be kickin' shit like Messi
Pull it out my Polos
(Ha, ha, ha) , when you slob
Make sure it's messy both of 'em tryna fuck
I could have sworn y'all hoes was besties
(Ha) ho, you know I'm covered in this ice
Wayne Gretzky
Ho, you keep on prayin' to the Lord
How 'bout you bless me?
Steppin' in some Prada's
I don't wear no damn Giuseppe's
You might think it's light when we move
But it's heavy
Yeah, I need that mula, uh, guap, uh, Fedi
(Vibe forever)