[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
M-M-M-Murda
Yeah, yeah
Damn right, bro

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
4 AM, I'm just gettin' started
For my birthday I threw me a surprise party
Reminiscin' 'bout the trap, playin' the first Carter
My life changed when I had my first daughter
Got my first quarter flippin' 50 dollar slabs
Your nigga's lookin' at the bills, askin' you for half
Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results
Anytime she wanna dip I'm providin' the sauce
You on side of the boss, so you kind of the boss
You keep playin' with me, I end up signing your boss
Drop an EP on a nigga for the free-free on a nigga
Yeah you ZZ on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas
Rock with Champagne P
If it wasn't for the struggle then I wouldn't be me
Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but broke
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn!

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (Yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin' type (Straight up)
Damn, it's 4 AM so please believe the hype (It's lit)
Hit the lights (Yeah), I'm way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (Skrrt, skrrt)
I'ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (Skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (Yeah)
I'ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (Yeah)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I dropped ColleGrove out the sky, ooh
In a group with the best rapper that's alive, ooh
Never turn my back on my slime, ooh
I ain't wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh
Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh
Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh
Jumpin' out the cake and that's surprisin', ooh
Pickin' up the duffel bag like exercisin', ooh
Bought mama new house 'cause she deserve it, ooh
Practice makes perfect but nobody's perfect, ooh
Escobar is not open for service, ooh
Send you to Dr. Miami for your surgery, ooh

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (Yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin' type (Straight up)
Damn, it's 4 AM so please believe the hype (It's lit)
Hit the lights (Yeah), I'm way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (Skrrt, skrrt)
I'ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (Skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (Yeah)
I'ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (Yeah)

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz & Travis Scott]
Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crewneck
Ooh, on a killin' rapper spree and nigga, you next
Ooh, they talkin', chillin', watchin' Netflix (Straight up)
Ooh, I used to trap and watch bootlegs
Ooh, I'm on my wave like a durag
Ooh, I see your boo, now where your crew at?
Ooh, talkin' tequila for the pipe-up
Ooh, I hope you got a clean vagina, yeah
Drench god, drench god, really
Representin', we the squad, really (Oh, yeah)
Tec got the Rollie, now I get it
I used to sell drugs for a living
Got me a job sellin' records
Had to use my jeweler for a reference
Might buy a charm with the extras
Might use her legs for a necklace

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (Yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin' type (Straight up)
Damn, it's 4 AM so please believe the hype (It's lit)
Hit the lights (Yeah), I'm way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (Skrrt, skrrt)
I'ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (Skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (Yeah)
I'ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (Yeah)

[Outro]
Don't stop trappin', boy
Got 'bout 12 racks this mornin'
Got 'bout 12 racks
Started last night, still goin'
12 racks strong
Got the pitbull in the corner, she pregnant
Got the crackhead in the corner, she pregnant
Everybody in here pregnant, 'cept my partner and them
But we gettin' this money though, I'm tellin' you that