Miami Lyrics by Nicki Minaj
[Intro – Kodak Black]
I ain’t really finna tell y’all how to get away with murder and shit
[Hook/Chorus]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
N—a’s know my b—–s petty, I ain’t talking mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty t—–s, that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the belle of the ball, you could call me Patty
[Verse 1]
I flew in from Trinidad, peep this n—a pressing
I think that he popped a molly ’cause look how he sweating
I’ma let my n—-s rob him as soon as it set in
None of you bum b—–s can sit with me and Gretchen
It’s the biggest, a b—h ain’t cough one time
It’s the sickest, I don’t ever clique up
But they know who the clique is
Fast little b—–s, but of course I’m the quickest
Mortal Kombat, ninja Nicki, who ya pick is?
[Hook/Chorus]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
N—a’s know my b—–s petty, I ain’t talking mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty t—–s, that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the belle of the ball, you could call me Patty
[Verse 2]
Yo, you could take all my b—–s out to Abu Dhabi
Let one of my besties confiscate your Maserati
You should throw a party on the yacht for everybody
If we f–k your s–t up, O-G, I’m very sorry
You could call me Barbie, ’cause I look just like a dolly
Yes I bury them when they come for me, call me Halle
Since I’ve been my turn, my n—-s call me the finale
I’m a busy b—h, I’m filthy rich, no time to polly
Ayo, swerve to the palace, this the queen like a (?)
15 million dollars, on it, ask LL, I’m doing it
Don’t get cute and ruin it, all my skill, I hone it
I pity opponents, it look easy don’t it
“It look easy don’t it, it look easy don’t it”
[Hook/Chorus]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
N—a’s know my b—–s petty, I ain’t talking mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty t—–s, that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the belle of the ball, you could call me Patty
SONG INFO
Produced By: Murda Beatz
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