Miami

(I hear you, JAY C)

Ayy

Come on now

If you down for the cause, I bring you down to Miami (Come on)

Up here eatin' shrimp scampi on the tenth floor scammin' (Gettin' it in)

Gotta shut the trap down, got the red roof whammin'

Thought the trap was WWE, we got this bitch slammin' (JAY C, ayy)

If Rose said fuck you, then you know it's really fuck you

Throwin' money up a cancer ass, you know this shit ain't nothin' (This shit ain't shit)

**** tryna bring me down, they like crabs in a bucket

But your bitch lift me up, she give me neck while I'm clutchin' (Come on)

I hopped out the foreign, iced buffs look like a chicken dinner

Your bitch lit up when she saw me, she a motion sensor

She suck peanut butter through a straw, I see why you with her

If you go through your bitch phone, you probably been done killed her

My DMs look like the North Pole, all cold shit

I make more scammin' than a **** sellin' whole bricks

I just made fifty thousand off some old shit

Ask Lex, make more than that with my old bitch

These hoes freaky, I pull up with VV, she suck when she see me (Yeah)

I've been up for weeks, ain't gettin' no sleep, gon' watch this shit on TV (What?)

Pull up throwin' money on the hoes, look like we made a teepee (Ooh)

You cuffin' hoes, me and Rose ran back in P.E

You ain't tryna fuck when we fly out, stay in Michigan

Throw her trash ass out the whip, I be litterin'

We in Miami lit, my opps in the D shiverin'

So much chicken, I lay on the beach, my stars sizzlin'

You talkin' to the scam's finest (Yeah)

Get a team and then I'm preachin' to 'em like the Weiness (What?)

Talkin' to a young ****, I'm like, "Do you have a 'Rison?" (Do you?)

They'll give you four lines for two-fifty, it's surprisin'

I done took more from the rich than Robin Hood

Just hit a white man for twenty, ooh, I got him good

Chase gon' give his money back, yeah, if they fuckin' should

All the money I got in that bitch, they can spare a dub

You know these scams all free, I do this in my sleep (Come on) On the road for a week, we just left Tennessee

You know these bitches don't decline until you hear that beep (Beep)

I can show you how to make a dub, you know talk is cheap

They called me Butterfingers, dropped so many checks in BoA

I might be the reason all the banks fell 2008

The feds want my ass like the Diddy case

Kicked my door in just for me to beat it, damn, what a waste

You know my name mean money (Boy)

That profile in my ****, so I had to send a bunny

Y'all ain't tryna run it up off only scams, **** dummies (Dumbass)

I done sold a four of drank mixed with K, it was runny