Yo Gotti - Miami lyrics

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Yeah we gettin' money nigga

We gettin' money nigga

We the best

It's DJ Khaled doing that

Big dog Pit Bull, Terror Squad and Yo Gotti

Rick Ross (Ross) Listen...

Take me to Miami tonight

I-I-I-I wanna party in Miami tonight

Ross, yeah tell me what a hundred cost

A hundred on the watch, a hundred on the cross

Hundred thousand dollar car, now that's a whip

Hundred bullets in the clip, bout to let it rip

Hundred on the vacation, now that's a trip

I'm down there fuckin' with them Haitians, I'm bout to flip

A hundred thousand of them pills, a half a mill

A hundred thousand on the tab, that'll get'cha killed

A hundred hundreds, young'n he'll get'cha done

In north Memphis we be posted with a hundred guns

Yo Gotti, Triple Cs stamped on everyone

I'm back and forth to M-I-A tryin' to cop a ton

Yo Gotti nigga tell me what the lick read

Sixteen look at me blowin' big weed

Seventeen, I stumbled across my first ki

Eighteen grand blowed in the first week

On that street shit yeah that's what we eat with

Turn a half to a whole, sell his ass the remix

I get chickens in flocks, get the Benz in the box

I get plenty of shots just if he big and he box

I supply the supplier, get you higher and higher

Half a brick for the rims, that's just to admire

Yo Gotti my nigga, when you need 'em I send 'em

I'm in debt with the Lord, at least a couple million, Ross

I ain't sold a million records or won a Grammy

But I seen a million dollars worth of nose candy

Miami, that's the home of the cheap price

Where you can ball and re-up in the same night

Watchin' "Cocaine Cowboys" like this the shit

Fuck a rap career I'd rather have a hundred bricks

Cause this real money right here, right now

I'd be two and a half platinum right now

On my way, goin' on a cocaine tour

Alabama, Atlanta, Memphis clean up to Detroit

Only a and our gat hold a hundred rounds

So you can play if you wanna nigga it's goin' down

And I don't need a manager cause I don't trust a soul

One day five birds sold just like the show

Count my own paperwork, make my own decisions

Executive produce my whole album off of movin' chicks