i blew a hundred gs on my bitches in miami
they think i’m the sweetest thing invented since candy
me, i catch amnesia when you ask me bout the shotty
i don’t even know my name, switching my lanes in my bugatti
nigga, i ain’t crazy, bitches like me ’cause i’m paid
they want me, Lebron, Bosh, or Dwyane Wade
when i say i’m balling, i’m not talking ’bout a ball
i’m talking about Tiffany & Co. stones out the mall
niggas, they can hate all they want but they know they like this
me, i’m like that painting on the wall, baby, i’m priceless
you can come and work me over baby on the night shift
catch me on the night shift, see how freaky i get

lets go miami, simply, da first