Miami Video (MV)

Fly that bitch out to Miami
F*ck a friend, I want a Grammy
Getting cheese like we in Sammy's
Loud pack up in my fanny
Fly that bitch out to Miami
F*ck a friend, I want a Grammy
See, I'm stacking all this money
Now she trying to drop her panties

I can't do that show unless I'm paid
Yeah, I got the juice like Minute Maid
Lil mama told me change up all my ways
F*ck a will, I take my money to the grave
Focused but these hoes be in the way
V12, now these niggas wanna race
He gon' pop a addy for the pain
I just gotta pray for better days
Talking shit, you better say it to my face
He brought a skateboard trying to ride my wave
Lil nigga better know, we not the same
Rip through your city, oh my God I feel like Dame
Know some niggas they don't care they let it rain
Shawty wanna piece of all the gang
Baby give me knowledge give me brain
I just want the money and the fame

We winning right now
You ain't talking money, nigga better pipe down
Now I'm up all of a sudden I'm her type now
And I get lil mama wet like she on Wipeout
You know this my town
Flexing on these niggas stepping with the ice out
And you know my diamonds shining with no lights
Man I'm trying to be so rich that I don't even check the price (Goddamn)

Fly that bitch out to Miami
F*ck a friend, I want a Grammy
Getting cheese like we in Sammy's
Loud pack up in my fanny
Fly that bitch out to Miami
F*ck a friend, I want a Grammy
See, I'm stacking all this money
Now she trying to drop her panties