(J, this shit too crazy) Man, what the fuck? All these yachts, man, this— All these palm trees, man, this Miami shit, man? This shit lovely, man
It’s 11:35 in Miami Bitch wanna win an Oscar, have a Grammy Pop a molly, mm, taste like cand—, damn Got a hundred thousand dollars in my fanny pack, alright The fanny pack? Alright I’m the real Coochie Man, hit your granny Thick bitch got on leggings with no panties Yo’ bitch strong as hell, she—, ah Yo’ bitch strong as hell, she—, damn Yo’ bitch strong as hell, she look manly She just wanna take a picture, get a cami Bitch bussin’ down, molly lookin’ like Sandy Hit a bitch underwater, look like Sandy I just met a bad bitch from Miami I just met a bad bitch from Miami I just met a bad bitch from Miami I just met a bad bitch from Miami I just met a bad bitch from Miami It’s 11:36 in Miami A minute just went past, got me thinkin’ ’bout my family Fuck, I wish I should’ve—, damn Fuck, I wish I could’ve seen this shit with my granny Did I still make it if I never win a Grammy? If I ain’t in Cali, then I’m probably in Miami I’ve been in the streets since I was young, you can’t hand me I’ve been bustin’ juggs since I was young, you can’t scam me Always thinkin’ ’bout another fuck, I got a plan B Hit a bitch, forgot—, damn Hit a bitch, forgot I nutted in her, she need plan B With the Grim Reaper servin’ Billy, he need Mandy