Mom, Alex is making hits again
305 in this bitch
Whoo!
Okay boo you all the way in New York
Well I'm in Miami, copped a new Porsche
Yo people can't stand me acting all antsy cause I caught you red-handed with no remorse
So I scream "bitch!" more than Too Short
When you get me pissed, I drink a few more
Everything got switched, you used to roll Swishers
Now you got rich you smoking Newports (ugh!)
Cut him off bout a week ago, but he already tweakin though, already geeking though
Yo hoe gone by the weekend though
Blasting songs till the speakers blow
Cops try to beat the door down
All my people leaving though, and I still won't be alone
Money like Nia Long
We all gone off that reefer, that dank and sativa
We all gonna smoke until we see the Reaper
I blow out some smoke and realize I don't need ya
I hop in that Ghost and I prolly won't see ya
Then I have a toast, cheers to my freedom
Yo girl, you gon need binoculars to see her
It's late night and we grown
So please silence my phone
You call me but it's too late, leave a message after the tone
Cause it's late in Miami
We late night with no jammies
No date nights in Miami
I'm acting up, I'm acting up
It's late in Miami
We late night with no jammies
No date nights in Miami
I'm actin up I'm actin up
Up up up up
Been talking to you on the plane
Know I told ya that I would ignore you
But I'm getting bored of this liquor and fame
You the only one keeping it real, you just get to yo bag and you never complain
But we both push each other away, you think that I'm a bitch and I think that you lame
But we go way back
Loved you way before you had the Maybach
All this petty war will never change that
Since we grew apart I couldn't tell ya that
But imma send you back 'cause we petty (facts)
Don't hit me up 'less you ready, I'll speed to that crib like Andretti
'Til then act like you never met me, don't come near me
Cause it's late night in Miami
Please don't waste time and don't spam me on no FaceTime, he called eight times
He all up on my ass, no panties
You'll get popped in the mouth no candy
He just Wanna be Down like Brandy
But keep running his mouth on a IG account
With them big buck teeth like Sandy hoe
And his square ass bitch made a cameo
Throwing so much shade, no tan gonna show
Whole fan and she got no manners
Looking for me but now I'm in Atlanta yeah
I had to leave had to run a few bands up
Thinking shit sweet cause I still haven't answered
But tell yo man that he better still clear it (why?) I'll be back in Miami when you hear this hoe
Cause it's late night in Miami
We late wit night with no jammies
No date nights in Miami
I'm acting up, I'm acting up
It's late in Miami
We late night with no jammies
No date nights in Miami
I'm acting up, I'm acting up
Up up up up
I'm acting up, I'm acting up
Just please silence my phone
I'm acting up, I'm acting up
Please tell his ass I ain't home
I'm acting up, I'm acting up
Cause it's late night Miami
I'm acting
Keep it down on the low low low low
After this gotta go go go go
Cause I'm out in the city
Miami we litty
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English
Mom, Alex is making hits again
305 in this bitch
Whoo!
Okay boo you all the way in New York
Well I'm in Miami, copped a new Porsche
Yo people can't stand me acting all antsy cause I caught you red-handed with no remorse
So I scream "bitch!" more than Too Short
When you get me pissed, I drink a few more
Everything got switched, you used to roll Swishers
Now you got rich you smoking Newports (ugh!)
Cut him off bout a week ago, but he already tweakin though, already geeking though
Yo hoe gone by the weekend though
Blasting songs till the speakers blow
Cops try to beat the door down
All my people leaving though, and I still won't be alone
Money like Nia Long
We all gone off that reefer, that dank and sativa
We all gonna smoke until we see the Reaper
I blow out some smoke and realize I don't need ya
I hop in that Ghost and I prolly won't see ya
Then I have a toast, cheers to my freedom
Yo girl, you gon need binoculars to see her
It's late night and we grown
So please silence my phone
You call me but it's too late, leave a message after the tone
Cause it's late in Miami
We late night with no jammies
No date nights in Miami
I'm acting up, I'm acting up
It's late in Miami
We late night with no jammies
No date nights in Miami
I'm actin up I'm actin up
Up up up up
Been talking to you on the plane
Know I told ya that I would ignore you
But I'm getting bored of this liquor and fame
You the only one keeping it real, you just get to yo bag and you never complain
But we both push each other away, you think that I'm a bitch and I think that you lame
But we go way back
Loved you way before you had the Maybach
All this petty war will never change that
Since we grew apart I couldn't tell ya that
But imma send you back 'cause we petty (facts)
Don't hit me up 'less you ready, I'll speed to that crib like Andretti
'Til then act like you never met me, don't come near me
Cause it's late night in Miami
Please don't waste time and don't spam me on no FaceTime, he called eight times
He all up on my ass, no panties
You'll get popped in the mouth no candy
He just Wanna be Down like Brandy
But keep running his mouth on a IG account
With them big buck teeth like Sandy hoe
And his square ass bitch made a cameo
Throwing so much shade, no tan gonna show
Whole fan and she got no manners
Looking for me but now I'm in Atlanta yeah
I had to leave had to run a few bands up
Thinking shit sweet cause I still haven't answered
But tell yo man that he better still clear it (why?) I'll be back in Miami when you hear this hoe
Cause it's late night in Miami
We late wit night with no jammies
No date nights in Miami
I'm acting up, I'm acting up
It's late in Miami
We late night with no jammies
No date nights in Miami
I'm acting up, I'm acting up
Up up up up
I'm acting up, I'm acting up
Just please silence my phone
I'm acting up, I'm acting up
Please tell his ass I ain't home
I'm acting up, I'm acting up
Cause it's late night Miami
I'm acting
Keep it down on the low low low low
After this gotta go go go go
Cause I'm out in the city
Miami we litty
305 in this bitch
Whoo!
Okay boo you all the way in New York
Well I'm in Miami, copped a new Porsche
Yo people can't stand me acting all antsy cause I caught you red-handed with no remorse
So I scream "bitch!" more than Too Short
When you get me pissed, I drink a few more
Everything got switched, you used to roll Swishers
Now you got rich you smoking Newports (ugh!)
Cut him off bout a week ago, but he already tweakin though, already geeking though
Yo hoe gone by the weekend though
Blasting songs till the speakers blow
Cops try to beat the door down
All my people leaving though, and I still won't be alone
Money like Nia Long
We all gone off that reefer, that dank and sativa
We all gonna smoke until we see the Reaper
I blow out some smoke and realize I don't need ya
I hop in that Ghost and I prolly won't see ya
Then I have a toast, cheers to my freedom
Yo girl, you gon need binoculars to see her
It's late night and we grown
So please silence my phone
You call me but it's too late, leave a message after the tone
Cause it's late in Miami
We late night with no jammies
No date nights in Miami
I'm acting up, I'm acting up
It's late in Miami
We late night with no jammies
No date nights in Miami
I'm actin up I'm actin up
Up up up up
Been talking to you on the plane
Know I told ya that I would ignore you
But I'm getting bored of this liquor and fame
You the only one keeping it real, you just get to yo bag and you never complain
But we both push each other away, you think that I'm a bitch and I think that you lame
But we go way back
Loved you way before you had the Maybach
All this petty war will never change that
Since we grew apart I couldn't tell ya that
But imma send you back 'cause we petty (facts)
Don't hit me up 'less you ready, I'll speed to that crib like Andretti
'Til then act like you never met me, don't come near me
Cause it's late night in Miami
Please don't waste time and don't spam me on no FaceTime, he called eight times
He all up on my ass, no panties
You'll get popped in the mouth no candy
He just Wanna be Down like Brandy
But keep running his mouth on a IG account
With them big buck teeth like Sandy hoe
And his square ass bitch made a cameo
Throwing so much shade, no tan gonna show
Whole fan and she got no manners
Looking for me but now I'm in Atlanta yeah
I had to leave had to run a few bands up
Thinking shit sweet cause I still haven't answered
But tell yo man that he better still clear it (why?) I'll be back in Miami when you hear this hoe
Cause it's late night in Miami
We late wit night with no jammies
No date nights in Miami
I'm acting up, I'm acting up
It's late in Miami
We late night with no jammies
No date nights in Miami
I'm acting up, I'm acting up
Up up up up
I'm acting up, I'm acting up
Just please silence my phone
I'm acting up, I'm acting up
Please tell his ass I ain't home
I'm acting up, I'm acting up
Cause it's late night Miami
I'm acting
Keep it down on the low low low low
After this gotta go go go go
Cause I'm out in the city
Miami we litty
Writer: Amayah Morales
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