Miami Nights

[Intro] The streets is cold and the beaches is warm The bitches is everything in between [Verse 1] Who would believe this rap shit would have me well off Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for Yeah, can't wait 'til the wheels down And I'm amazed you clown niggas is still around Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud Catchin' Heat, floor seats and we all fresh From court seats to court seats is progress, of course Tell them other niggas "man up" Tell LeBron drop fifty unless he playin' us KOD a couple fifties like a precinct Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit Chef Creole, two-seater And my watch lookin' like it's all 3PO 2 V's in the street, blowing trees with hoes And more weed for me, shout out to Meek P.O [Hook] Miami nights, it was all a dream If I can get my money right, I'm about to OD Little more weed, first class seats First class hoes, we on South Beach Miami nights, it was all a dream If I can get my money right, I'm about to OD Drinks out, c'mon Drinks out, c'mon Drinks out, c'mon [Verse 2] We at Mansion, but no cape on And that ass looking right, what you pay for it Look, I know you not gay or nothing But we should find another girl with a tapeworm I'm in a rental on Collins Me and my compadres, burning up Barneys With a model and some limited BVLGARI My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised Where dark niggas with dark thoughts and long braids Is not far from white girls with big bread And light beers, they slight care, they spring breaking But right there, they still scheming, they not eating Knowing they needy as a bitch, they don't need a reason And when you up in Wet Willies, you ain't even thinking [Hook] [Verse 3] Ok, black Panamera, dash on a million It ain't nothin' better than a passionate woman She graduated top of the class Carol City or was it the west Hold up I dont remember really, hold up Two whips, six tattoos, no kids And I heard you come alive, when you go to LIV I ain't trying to be ignorant But I'm leaving town in a little bit Miami nights, ain't another one Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun Paradise, get away Thinkin' why it's not South Beach everyday [Outro: Rick Ross] We got the jet waitin' on us at the airport homie We got money to go get baby Let's get it [Hook]