Asian Da Brat – Miami lyrics

[Intro]
Aye! Public service a mothafuckin’ announcement!
Broke niggas in the back, rich niggas in the front!

[Hook]
From the D to the mothafuckin’ M, real rap shit
Bitches poppin’ pussy in a bando, on a mattress
Came up by myself, he say I’m lucky like a backflip
Niggas from Miami spend that money, I'ma tax you
You ever seen a real bitch that rub your nuts and hold a Mac clip
I swear these bitches weaker than they braids, I'ma snatch them
Pop out with that Louie on my feet, designer tacky
Hop out with that sticky, it was reekin’ like some cat piss

[Verse 1]
Boy you a rookie, eat the cookie, tell me how it taste
I spend like 40 on my bitches, times was rough, we had to pray
Niggas all up in my ear, just for that bag I had to wait
I put bitches on they feet, cut down the grass and saw a snake
Up in Florida, pussy water, fuck with ballers, Sean Carter
Fuck a trend, I’m a starter, wanna be me, you my daughter
Buy me Gucci for that nut, rode his face just like a truck
And if he say he put me on, that nigga lying add it up
If I turn into a freak, you got to show me where that good dope
Quarter ki wrapped in that plastic like I’m rolling frontos
Your nigga ain’t my mans, sweat them bitches like a fan
Get rich was up in the plan, they watching like on demand
Dallas girls love a nigga who will slap up a bitch
Buy a doll designer daddy, we gon' fuck in the whip
Came twice, it was good, still ain’t loving the dick
He the type to get finessed, still ain’t loving the trick

[Refrain]
Can he match these bands or can he match this whip?
I put bitches in they place and I make bitch niggas drip
Can he match these bands or can he match this whip?
Finesse a nigga for that bag, and take my bitches on trips

[Hook]
From the D to the mothafuckin’ M, real rap shit
Bitches poppin’ pussy in a bando, on a mattress
Came up by myself, he say I’m lucky like a backflip
Niggas from Miami spend that money, I'ma tax you
You ever seen a real bitch that rub your nuts and hold a Mac clip
I swear these bitches weaker than they braids, I'ma snatch them
Pop out with that Louie on my feet, designer tacky
Hop out with that sticky, it was reekin’ like some cat piss

[Verse 2]
I got fifty, nothing shorter, pop that pussy, Travis Potter
All this money, like a hoarder, boy you broke, you out of order
Let it drip just like a faucet, want my number? It’s gon cost you
All these diamonds around my neck and on my face could start an auction
Hood niggas, they some freaks, a hundred k up in these streets
Make your nigga lick my feet, steak and shrimp we like to eat
These bitches ain’t my friends, these hoes act like fans
Get rich the best revenge, Asian with it, no pretend
In your feelings like a bitch, niggas lying on they dick
I be sliding on your bitch, I put that iron on her wig
If you want it we got smoke, Twin tookas let it blow
Put that boy up onna scope, rearrange your fucking nose

[Refrain]
Can he match these bands or can he match this whip?
Finesse a nigga for that bag, and take my bitches on trips
Can he match these bands or can he match this whip?
Finesse a nigga for that bag, and take my bitches on trips

[Outro]
Gang!