| The streets is cold and the beaches is warm
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| The bitches is everything in between
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| Who would believe this rap shit would have me well off
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| Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for
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| Yeah, can’t wait 'til the wheels down
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| And I’m amazed you clown niggas is still around
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| Smoking haze all over town like it’s allowed
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| I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud
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| Catchin' Heat, floor seats and we all fresh
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| From court seats to court seats is progress, of course
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| Tell them other niggas «man up»
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| Tell LeBron drop fifty unless he playin' us
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| KOD a couple fifties like a precinct
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| Straight cognac got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit
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| Chef Creole, two-seater
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| And my watch lookin' like it’s all 3PO
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| 2 V’s in the street, blowing trees with hoes
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| And more weed for me, shout out to Meek P. O
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| Miami nights, it was all a dream
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| If I can get my money right, I’m about to OD
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| Little more weed, first class seats
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| First class hoes, we on South Beach
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| Miami nights, it was all a dream
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| If I can get my money right, I’m about to OD
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| Drinks out, c’mon
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| Drinks out, c’mon
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| Drinks out, c’mon
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| We at Mansion, but no cape on
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| And that ass looking right, what you pay for it
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| Look, I know you not gay or nothing
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| But we should find another girl with a tapeworm
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| I’m in a rental on Collins
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| Me and my compadres, burning up Barneys
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| With a model and some limited BVLGARI
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| My name hold weight and you don’t really keep the bar raised
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| Where dark niggas with dark thoughts and long braids
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| Is not far from white girls with big bread
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| And light beers, they slight care, they spring breaking
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| But right there, they still scheming, they not eating
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| Knowing they needy as a bitch, they don’t need a reason
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| And when you up in Wet Willies, you ain’t even thinking
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| Miami nights, it was all a dream
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| If I can get my money right, I’m about to OD
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| Little more weed, first class seats
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| First class hoes, we on South Beach
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| Miami nights, it was all a dream
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| If I can get my money right, I’m about to OD
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| Drinks out, c’mon
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| Drinks out, c’mon
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| Drinks out, c’mon
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| Ok, black Panamera, dash on a million
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| It ain’t nothin' better than a passionate woman
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| She graduated top of the class
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| Carol City or was it the west
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| Hold up I dont remember really, hold up
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| Two whips, six tattoos, no kids
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| And I heard you come alive, when you go to LIV
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| I ain’t trying to be ignorant
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| But I’m leaving town in a little bit
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| Miami nights, ain’t another one
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| Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun
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| Paradise, get away
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| Thinkin' why it’s not South Beach everyday
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| We got the jet waitin' on us at the airport homie
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| We got money to go get baby
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| Let’s get it
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| Miami nights, it was all a dream
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| If I can get my money right, I’m about to OD
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| Little more weed, first class seats
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| First class hoes, we on South Beach
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| Miami nights, it was all a dream
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| If I can get my money right, I’m about to OD
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| Drinks out, c’mon
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| Drinks out, c’mon
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| Drinks out, c’mon
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| Miami nights, it was all a dream
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| If I can get my money right, I’m about to OD
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| Little more weed, first class seats
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| First class hoes, we on South Beach
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| Miami nights, it was all a dream
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| If I can get my money right, I’m about to OD
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| Drinks out, c’mon
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| Drinks out, c’mon
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| Drinks out, c’mon |