Cruisin' in the MIA

Man, you know I'm sayin', people? I come through like old Saint Nick Break a bitch off, give her the gift, you know I'm sayin'? I'm a pimp, I need my money, you know I'm sayin'? Purse first, ass last You see the good Linens Chinchilla on my shoulders, lookin' like a real pimp Break a bitch down like a motherfuckin' Bronco Let 'em know, you know what I'm saying? Purse first, ass last, bitch (MIA, cruisin' in the MIA) (MIA, cruisin' in the MIA) So I'm back in that matte black Cadillac Gas on E, by my lonely, my homie He told me he got five on the whip Scoop him up, now we rollin', dippin' back to the crib Looking for some shawties Down to kick it and sip forties, down to suck on my big homie Boobie rollin' up, eyes rollin' back, Miami bitches throw it back Purse first, ass last, never tell 'em where the cash at Now we headed back to the whip My hoes ready to trick, any corner that I pick out Keep my dick on flaccid 'cause I'm 'bout my chips And I can't let these hoes think that I'm with that I'll break a bitch off, no Kit Kat Butterfingers, Snickers, you's a lick and I could hit that Baby Bone, in my city, I'm respected and known To all my enemies, but hate to admit that And the body frame so skinny 5'5", but the moms, they still fuckin' with me, yeah And I gotta get my pennies up by any means It's my energy, don't you fuck it up Check it out, bitch, you know I'm sayin'? I'm comin' through with Baby Bone just to let you know what it is and what it ain't I need my money in my hand, ho If you don't bring these chips to my pocket, you know I'm sayin'? You finna get a slap in the motherfuckin' face Palm up and everything Purse first, ass last, ho (bitch) (MIA, cruisin' in the MIA) (MIA, cruisin' in the MIA)