11:35 In Miami lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy (J, this sh*t too crazy)
Man, what the f*ck?
All these yachts, man, this— yeah
All these palm trees, man, this Miami sh*t, man
This sh*t lovely, man

[Verse]
It's 11:35 in Miami
b*tch wanna win an Oscar, have a Grammy
Pop a molly, mmm, taste like cand— damn
Got a hundred thousand dollars in my fanny pack, alright
The fanny pack? Alright
I'm the real Coochie Man, hit your granny
Thick b*tch got on leggings with no panties
Your b*tch strong as hell, sh— ah
Your b*tch strong as hell, sh— damn
Your b*tch strong as hell, she look manly
She just wanna take a picture, get a cami'
b*tch bustin' down, molly lookin' like Sandy
Hit a b*tch underwater, look like Sandy
I just met a bad b*tch from Miami
I just met a bad b*tch from Miami
I just met a bad b*tch from Miami
I just met a bad b*tch from Miami
I just met a bad b*tch from Miami
It's 11:36 in Miami
A minute just went past, got me thinkin' 'bout my family
f*ck, I wish I should've s— damn
f*ck, I wish I could've seen this sh*t with my granny
Did I still make it if I never win a Grammy?
If I ain't in Cali', then I'm probably in Miami
I've been in the streets since I was young, you can't hand me
I've been bustin' juggs since I was young, you can't scam me
Always thinkin' 'bout another f*ck, I got a plan B
Hit a b*tch, forgot— damn
Hit a b*tch, forgot I nutted in her, she need plan B
With the Grim Reaper servin' Billy, he need Mandy