Lyrics 3AM in Miami by K CAMP

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
It's that trappin' London fa' sho'

[Chorus]
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 (Ooh)
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

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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)

[Bridge]
Mmm
Uh

[Chorus]
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 (Ooh)
Let that money talk to me (Ha)
Let that money talk to me (Talk to me)
Let that money talk to me (Ooh)
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

[Outro]
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