Miami

Go and take a trip to Miami You don't get racks like this, you don't understand me I just want the racks, give a f*ck about a Grammy All this shit, I'ma do it for my granny All these racks, I'ma split 'em with my whole team Why you tryna come around, you not my homie If he run up on me then he go sleep Y'all tryna tell me what I need, that's what I don't need Actin' like you understand, okay, we can run with that But when your ass realize you was wrong, do not try to run it back F*ck yo lil' hundred bands, you worried bout one advance You already fucked your chance up You had the chance of a lifetime Rollin' through the city with the lights on in the nighttime Yes, you came around, but I just wonder is it the right time Is you in your right mind, did you hit the right line Time movin', feelin' like a lifetime Just wanna know, like is you down to vibe Tell the truth, don't lie, without you don't feel alive But I got Louis on, I'm fly We be counting them racks up, until the day we die (Yeah, yeah) Pull that fast coupe out of Neiman's On the highway, bitch, we speeding Give a f*ck bout you, we eating Win the whole time, y'all just cheating Beat his ass and left him leaking Make them racks when I'm sleeping Listen up, bitch, when I'm speaking Perfect record, bitch, I'm keeping Go and take a trip to Miami You don't get racks like this, you don't understand me I just want the racks, give a f*ck about a Grammy All this shit, I'ma do it for my granny All these racks, I'ma split 'em with my whole team Why you tryna come around, you not my homie If he run up on me then he go sleep Y'all tryna tell me what I need, that's what I don't need