LATE NIGHTS IN MIAMI Video (MV)

You could've be part this day
She keep choosing the wrong way
You kept f*cking with my brain
And I don't really have much to say, yeah

Late nights in Miami
She say be done with the Henny
I just wanna win a grammy
All the times that you call me
You wanted something something else
I got no time
I got no time
Call me when you need it
I ain't got no time
Making my own dreams
With you out my sight
Bundled up with me caressing her thighs
Contemplating if I should cut all the ties

Chasing the bag with you out my frame
You calling me up trying to act all the same
Don't f*ck with your bullshit or your petty games
All you speak is entirely false claims
Look in the rear view switch you out my lane
Your silence and hatred result in my pain
Pain
Pain
My pain
My pain
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Need help picking out a new Benz
Choosing my friends
Don't need no input on who they should be
Bitch, Imma do me
F*ck with you in the past tense
Crib in the hills that we do not rent
F*ck double checking just send that damn text
James Harden step back just went through through the net
Fly to the moon in my new Nasa vans
New Nasa Vans

Speaking your language
Forget all the lies
Don't roll with complaining
You know I'm gonna say it
Like every damn time
I be contemplating
What matters the most
Link up on release day and end with a toast
Dom P at sunset we fly to the coast
Popping the bottles yeah we do the most
Don't need no new friends when I have all my bros

You coulda be part this day
Late night parties in Key Biscayne
You kept f*cking with my brain
And I don't really have much to say