moved to miami (feat. Lil Baby)

Huh Moved to Miami and copped me a boat Hope my fiends don't stop doin' coke Bitch, I'm a champ, on top of the ropes New Louis V's every time I tote Nine millimeter every time I tote I do all this shit without a stylist I got money, never went to college I got all my cars without the mileage I can't fuck on these ratchet-ass bitches She 'bout to fuck the whole hood I been stackin' these hundreds inside the safe So all my niggas know I'm good Real street nigga, keep it all in the TEC Got the shooters on the side with bazookas in the back Got a whole Amiri jean collection And I ain't choosin' shit, this shit was destiny Bitch, I cooked the water without the recipe And the feds and the cops ain't got no heart How they gon' take my lil' cousin upstate? He was whippin' to give all his children a start Playin' with that water, gotta be a shark Swimmin' with the fishes, duckin' from the narcs 13, posted middle of the park If you see an opp, gotta let it spark Moved to Miami and copped me a boat Hope my fiends don't stop doin' coke Bitch, I'm a champ, on top of the ropes New Louis V's every time I tote Nine millimeter every time I tote I do all this shit without a stylist I got money, never went to college I got all my cars without the mileage Three-five or better whenever I smoke I see 'em doin' it, but I do the most I'ma do it for the bro 'fore I do it for a hoe All this money that's comin', I'll do it for 'em both They ain't runnin' with me, nowhere near close Shit be crazy what they'll do for a post You'll go viral, but it won't be no joke I got power and I move like a ghost In a 'Rari doin' 160, controllin' it Big old Baby piece, them folks gotta notice me I'm an artist, to the street, this shit poetry Real trapper, never did nothin' fraudulent Send them boxes coast to coast like I'm Roddy Ricch So just focus on yourself, you can buy the bitch In Miami for a week, catchin' vibes and shit We got baddies on the boat gettin' hot and shit G6 make that shit come up out of me Pink slips to the car if I'm drivin' it No withdrawals, only deposit it Hundred K cash stuffed in my pockets I'ma show these niggas how they should pop it Forbes list, I'm tryna get to the top of it I walk in, they start switchin' the topic up I feel any kind of threat and I'm poppin' up Moved to Miami and copped me a boat Hope my fiends don't stop doin' coke Bitch, I'm a champ, on top of the ropes New Louis V's every time I tote Nine millimeter every time I tote I do all this shit without a stylist I got money, never went to college I got all my cars without the mileage