Oh-ohOh-oh, ohSaid we in MiamiWe just left Mr. JonesWith a hundred bi**hes that’s down, ready to f**kOh, oh-oh, oh-oh-ohLookSaid we in Miami, we just left Mr. JonesWith a hundred bi**hes that’s down, ready to f**kShe said she wanna be about ten, I’m likeYour ass ain’t fat enoughBefore you get that, you better go get a tummy tuckShe like, “Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?”I ain’t givin’ you shit unless you suckin’ all of usShe went upstairs and gave my lil’ homie some pu**yThe lil’ ni**a f**ked around, ni**a, I swearShe camе out the room like, “Papi, my ass hurt”She just put up with mad work, yеahYou worried ’bout the wrong thingThat’s bad work, it’s ’bout the cash firstWhen you down, we run up that showerBreak it down in the back, girlIf I say that you mine, that mean that you oursYou can’t put me first, that’s backwardsSaid we in Miami, we just left Mr. JonesWith a hundred bi**hes that’s down, ready to f**kShe said she wanna be about ten, I’m like,Your ass ain’t fat enoughBefore you get that, you better go get a tummy tuckShe like, “Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?”I ain’t givin’ you shit unless you suckin’ all of usShe went upstairs and gave my lil’ homie some pu**yThe lil’ ni**a f**ked around, ni**a, I swear
We in Sky-ami, We in MiamiGo all the way upGot a hunnid bi**hes in the VIP, better go f**kBi**h can’t put no panties on, got dope in my cupTake a bi**h to the jeweler, drop a big bag on a bi**h drip, yeahTop of the penthouse, it’s a personal shopper bringin’Fire and fresh you can’t find in the storeMy bi**h gon’ step on a bi**h in DiorSmokin’ out a pound, drink out the bottleMermaid, pu**y taste like some waterJimmy Choos shoes, Manolo BlahniksCopped the new jewels just for the fun of itGot the number two, shorty rewindGot the plaques, now she found out her ownGot the smashes, every day like a goonMillion dollars, drip got me on the moonI be takin’ shit down like a tycoonAll the solitaries tryna patrolSagittarius when I walk in a roomTake the baddest bi**hes, I’m Mr. JonesTake the baddest bi**hes, I’m Mr. JonesTake the baddest bi**hes, I’m Mr. JonesI’m outta here, hahahaSaid we in Miami (We in Miami), we just left Mr. JonesWith a hundred bi**hes that’s down, ready to f**kShe said she wanna be about ten, I’m like, “Your ass ain’t fat enough”Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuckSaid we in Miami (We in Sky-ami), we just left Mr. JonesWith a hundred bi**hes that’s down, ready to f**kShe said she wanna be about ten, I’m like, “Your ass ain’t fat enough”Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuckShe like, “Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?”I ain’t givin’ you shit unless you suckin’ all of usShe went upstairs and gave my lil’ homie some pu**yThe lil’ ni**a f**ked around, ni**a, I swear