IN MIAMI Lyrics

I wrote this in Miami, all this gold around my neck don't need a fucking

Grammy Fuckin' on the beach, Louis sheets, that pussy

Gettin' sandy, fine ass black lil' bitch I swear she look like Brandy

Ay, hold up, real Florida nigga, I'm on a class not a perky

Brand new F&N, I refuse to let em' shirt me, trap jumpin' like it James worthy

That hoe, there she a gobbler, she eat me up like turkey

I pull up to the east, I'm in lil Haiti with the gas

You never seen a 20 ball, but in the streets you ain't gon' last

My young nigga, he want it all, he up'n blicky's for the cash

Pullin' up an SRT, if Feds on me, we doin' the dash

Hold up, ay, Lil' Pakistan Prince, huh, I done got some money

Ain't been the same since, huh how you say you gettin' that cake up, that shit

Don't make sense, huh how you say you keepin' a street but makin'

Statements, huh Bad lil' bitch, I'm tryna flip her like a

Checker burger, Need the millions, naw them billions like

I'm Zuckerberg Got A.G. niggas all up in Philly tryna catch

A bird I send em' to ya i'll be back to ya on the

First and third, ay, come on

I wrote this in Miami, All this gold around my neck don't need a fucking

Grammy Fuckin' on the beach, Louis sheets, that pussy

Gettin' sandy, fine ass black lil' bitch I swear she look like Brandy

Ay, hold up, real Florida nigga, I'm on a class not a perky

Brand new F&N, I refuse to let em' shirt me, Trap jumpin like it James worthy

That hoe, there she a gobbler, she eat me up like turkey