Out Miami lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & Eem Triplin]
On it (On it), lights on it (On it)
And she so bad, gotta keep the lights on it (On it)
Lights on (On it), lights on it (On it)
pus*y good, but I know she ain't right for me, yeah (Yeah)

[Chorus: Eem Triplin]
I can't even keep up with her life, uh
She out Miami and she like it, mh-mh
Know exactly what she like, she think I'm a psychic
I can read her mind, I know she got a type, uh
She said that money what she like, uh
And she ain't nothin' like them broke hoes, mh-mh
Why she sayin' sh*t that I already know, though?
'Cause all these b*tches think alike, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Eem Triplin]
I'm in your city, I'm callin' you back
When you free, just hit me and I'll answer that
I know that you busy, but I'm movin' fast
I'm hеre for one night, bettеr make this sh*t last
She move around with her friends
Found a n*gga with some M's, wonder how this finna pan out
Take all this money in the end, it was all about the plan now

[Chorus: Eem Triplin]
I can't even keep up with her life, uh
She out Miami and she like it, mh-mh
Know exactly what she like, she think I'm a psychic
I can read her mind, I know she got a tipe, uh
She said that money what she like, uh
And she ain't nothin' like them broke hoes, mh-mh
Why she sayin' sh*t that I already know, though?
'Cause all these b*tches think alike
[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
And all these b*tch think the same (Think the same)
They don't really like you, they just here to get paid (Paid)
They want them n*ggas with the money and the fame (Fame)
Somebody that's trickin' and gon' buy her anythin' (Ooh, yeah)
Put her on a plane, fly her out, takin' selfies on the jet, huh (Ah-oh, yeah)
Birkie or Chanaynay, she ain't used to nothin' less, huh
Itty bitty Benz, ain't gon' do it, she like big bodies (Ooh)
Just to get neck, ridin' 'round in a Ferrari, yeah
Pretty girls just wanna have funds (Funds)
Send some racks to her, she don't like ones (Ones)
She like rich n*ggas, she don't like bums (Oh, yeah, yeah)
Neck and her wrist, gotta keep some ice on it (On it), ice on (On it)
And she so bad, gotta keep the lights on (On it)
Lights on (On it), lights on (On it)
pus*y good, but I know she ain't right for me, no

[Chorus: Eem Triplin & Ty Dolla $ign]
I can't even keep up with her life, uh (Dolla $ign)
She out Miami and she like it, mh-mh
Know exactly what she like, she think I'm a psychic
I can read her mind, I know she got a type, uh
She said that money what she like, uh
And she ain't nothin' like them broke hoes, mh-mh
Why she sayin' sh*t that I already know, though?
'Cause all these b*tches think alike, yeah, yeah