Miami lyrics

[Intro]
Aye! Public service a mothaf*ckin’ announcement!
Broke n*ggas in the back, rich n*ggas in the front!

[Hook]
From the D to the mothaf*ckin’ M, real rap sh*t
b*tches poppin’ pus*y in a bando, on a mattress
Came up by myself, he say I’m lucky like a backflip
n*ggas from Miami spend that money, I'ma tax you
You ever seen a real b*tch that rub your nuts and hold a Mac clip
I swear these b*tches weaker than they braids, I'ma snatch them
Pop out with that Louie on my feet, designer tacky
Hop out with that sticky, it was reekin’ like some cat p*ss

[Verse 1]
Boy you a rookie, eat the cookie, tell me how it taste
I spend like 40 on my b*tches, times was rough, we had to pray
n*ggas all up in my ear, just for that bag I had to wait
I put b*tches on they feet, cut down the grass and saw a snake
Up in Florida, pus*y water, f*ck with ballers, Sean Carter
f*ck a trend, I’m a starter, wanna be me, you my daughter
Buy me Gucci for that nut, rode his face just like a truck
And if he say he put me on, that n*gga lying add it up
If I turn into a freak, you got to show me where that good dope
Quarter ki wrapped in that plastic like I’m rolling frontos
Your n*gga ain’t my mans, sweat them b*tches like a fan
Get rich was up in the plan, they watching like on demand
Dallas girls love a n*gga who will slap up a b*tch
Buy a doll designer daddy, we gon' f*ck in the whip
Came twice, it was good, still ain’t loving the di*k
He the type to get finessed, still ain’t loving the trick
[Refrain]
Can he match these bands or can he match this whip?
I put b*tches in they place and I make b*tch n*ggas drip
Can he match these bands or can he match this whip?
Finesse a n*gga for that bag, and take my b*tches on trips

[Hook]
From the D to the mothaf*ckin’ M, real rap sh*t
b*tches poppin’ pus*y in a bando, on a mattress
Came up by myself, he say I’m lucky like a backflip
n*ggas from Miami spend that money, I'ma tax you
You ever seen a real b*tch that rub your nuts and hold a Mac clip
I swear these b*tches weaker than they braids, I'ma snatch them
Pop out with that Louie on my feet, designer tacky
Hop out with that sticky, it was reekin’ like some cat p*ss

[Verse 2]
I got fifty, nothing shorter, pop that pus*y, Travis Potter
All this money, like a hoarder, boy you broke, you out of order
Let it drip just like a faucet, want my number? It’s gon cost you
All these diamonds around my neck and on my face could start an auction
Hood n*ggas, they some freaks, a hundred k up in these streets
Make your n*gga lick my feet, steak and shrimp we like to eat
These b*tches ain’t my friends, these hoes act like fans
Get rich the best revenge, Asian with it, no pretend
In your feelings like a b*tch, n*ggas lying on they di*k
I be sliding on your b*tch, I put that iron on her wig
If you want it we got smoke, Twin tookas let it blow
Put that boy up onna scope, rearrange your f*cking nose
[Refrain]
Can he match these bands or can he match this whip?
Finesse a n*gga for that bag, and take my b*tches on trips
Can he match these bands or can he match this whip?
Finesse a n*gga for that bag, and take my b*tches on trips

[Outro]
Gang!