Miami ft. Moni Tre' Lyrics

I just touched down in Miami

Where the bottles, where the hoes

We in need of bad bitches

Cause I'm thuggin wit my bros

I just came here to chill

So don't even call my phone

It ain't money it can't wait

I'm on you when I get home

We be going OT

Get tired of chillin in the city Wanna bullshit and party

Baby let's get litty

On a road tour forreal

I was just out in Cali

Stepped off the plane drunk as hell

Grooving in my Bally's

Man I need to feel a rush

Can we hit the jet skis

Tap me in wit the plugs

Cause I need the best weed

Freak mode start playing

They shaking ass on the ceiling

Man we live this life for real

Dog it's such a good feeling

Came down here fooling

We back to back in them whips

Tore ocean drive up

And fell in love with that strip

I ain't even gotta flex

But I know you see the drip

Fuck around get home

Decide take another trip

Uhh oh hold on

I think I got a hangover

But ima thug it out

Cause we ain't got no layover

Shoutout to my baby

She made sure I felt the love

On the way home

We might join the mile high club

I just touched down in Miami

Where the bottles, where the hoes

We in need of bad bitches

Cause I'm thuggin wit my bros

I just came here to chill

So don't even call my phone

It ain't money it can't wait

I'm on you when I get home

Need a break from the city

I just touched down in the yayo

Fresh off the plane

Pop the cork off the Añejo

Money ain't a thing

We be blowing hella pesos

She know I'm from the D

So she doing what I say so

Don't call me

I'm in Miami with the vibes

Would fly yo bitch out

But I'm booling with the guys

If you catch us at the club

Then you know our tab high Bitches tryna add us up

By the bottles that we buy

No limit to this shit

I feel like I'm master P

I ain't chasing hoes

They be running after me

Pile em in the rental

Headed to the BNB

Got weed, got drank, got pills

What you need?

The weed here trash

So the bag flew with me

We turnt them hoes up

They tryna come back to the D

I'm here for a good time

We ain't finna sleep

Sippin' on that 42 baby

We ain't living cheap

I just touched down in Miami

Where the bottles, where the hoes

We in need of bad bitches

Cause I'm thuggin wit my bros

I just came here to chill

So don't even call my phone

It ain't money it can't wait

I'm on you when I get home