This bitch a diamond, f*ck her rough, yeah
This bitch a diamond, f*ck her rough, ayyy
Tens, tens, tens (R-T-R)
Tens, tens (Young superstar)
Tens, tens, tens, tens
Tens (We f*ckin' tens)
This bitch a diamond f*ck her rough
Versace silk my cuff
I got Kenzo on me
I got it off a jug
I pop Xanax and sip codeine
I'm something like a slug
I stay trippin', vision glitchin'
Like the software got a bug
They say "there's no way he got money like that"
But his money like that
Say "these chains is fake", this 18K
Ya' really like that
Used to move caine, uncle put me on game
Now I got range, bitches 18 up to 40 wanna bang
I let the 40 bang
My 5-5-6 can sang, and sang, sang ,sang ,sang ,sang
I told her, "open wide"
She like, "ah, ah, ah"
I'm high, high, high, high, high
And my bank got O's
No the f*ck we not no average Joes
In a penthouse with about 20 pink toes
Line 'em up ten by ten
F*ck the cops, can't box me in that ten by ten
Drop the top off the AMG, it run like the wind
I'm your club DJ best friend, he keep me on the spins
Like these white bitches, when they had too much to drink
I don't like bitches, I just beat 'em with the dick
Saint C, you sick
I'm good for it
I got my money right
Lotta hoes lotta gold
It's a Miami night
Bitch, it's up
It's a Miami night
Let's get f*cked up
It's a Miami night
I'm good for it
I got my money right
Lotta hoes lotta gold, it's right, yeah
Hey, it's a Miami night
I got your bitch here
I bought her ass a flight
Why she treat me so good
I got her, (a Aude), red bottom and a Go Yard
Ain't it crazy how I really made it this far?
They wanna ask me how I did it
I should have a seminar
My profit margin is most common of the better part
Y'all joke a lot, y'all Bonaparte
I'm a wolf, I'm a lion, I could tear y'all bones apart
Had run-ins with the opps n' law
When I was runnin', stockin' raw
Used to ball I's a jock n' all
Now I ball with my thugs
The Road to Rich Records lord
I'm good for it
I got my money right
Lotta hoes lotta gold
It's a Miami night
Bitch, it's up
It's a Miami night
Let's get f*cked up
It's a Miami night
I'm good for it
I got my money right
Lotta hoes lotta gold, it's right, yeah
Hey, it's a Miami night
I got your bitch here
I bought her ass a flight
Saint C - Miami Nights Lyrics
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This bitch a diamond, f*ck her rough, yeah
This bitch a diamond, f*ck her rough, ayyy
Tens, tens, tens (R-T-R)
Tens, tens (Young superstar)
Tens, tens, tens, tens
Tens (We f*ckin' tens)
This bitch a diamond f*ck her rough
Versace silk my cuff
I got Kenzo on me
I got it off a jug
I pop Xanax and sip codeine
I'm something like a slug
I stay trippin', vision glitchin'
Like the software got a bug
They say "there's no way he got money like that"
But his money like that
Say "these chains is fake", this 18K
Ya' really like that
Used to move caine, uncle put me on game
Now I got range, bitches 18 up to 40 wanna bang
I let the 40 bang
My 5-5-6 can sang, and sang, sang ,sang ,sang ,sang
I told her, "open wide"
She like, "ah, ah, ah"
I'm high, high, high, high, high
And my bank got O's
No the f*ck we not no average Joes
In a penthouse with about 20 pink toes
Line 'em up ten by ten
F*ck the cops, can't box me in that ten by ten
Drop the top off the AMG, it run like the wind
I'm your club DJ best friend, he keep me on the spins
Like these white bitches, when they had too much to drink
I don't like bitches, I just beat 'em with the dick
Saint C, you sick
I'm good for it
I got my money right
Lotta hoes lotta gold
It's a Miami night
Bitch, it's up
It's a Miami night
Let's get f*cked up
It's a Miami night
I'm good for it
I got my money right
Lotta hoes lotta gold, it's right, yeah
Hey, it's a Miami night
I got your bitch here
I bought her ass a flight
Why she treat me so good
I got her, (a Aude), red bottom and a Go Yard
Ain't it crazy how I really made it this far?
They wanna ask me how I did it
I should have a seminar
My profit margin is most common of the better part
Y'all joke a lot, y'all Bonaparte
I'm a wolf, I'm a lion, I could tear y'all bones apart
Had run-ins with the opps n' law
When I was runnin', stockin' raw
Used to ball I's a jock n' all
Now I ball with my thugs
The Road to Rich Records lord
I'm good for it
I got my money right
Lotta hoes lotta gold
It's a Miami night
Bitch, it's up
It's a Miami night
Let's get f*cked up
It's a Miami night
I'm good for it
I got my money right
Lotta hoes lotta gold, it's right, yeah
Hey, it's a Miami night
I got your bitch here
I bought her ass a flight
This bitch a diamond, f*ck her rough, ayyy
Tens, tens, tens (R-T-R)
Tens, tens (Young superstar)
Tens, tens, tens, tens
Tens (We f*ckin' tens)
This bitch a diamond f*ck her rough
Versace silk my cuff
I got Kenzo on me
I got it off a jug
I pop Xanax and sip codeine
I'm something like a slug
I stay trippin', vision glitchin'
Like the software got a bug
They say "there's no way he got money like that"
But his money like that
Say "these chains is fake", this 18K
Ya' really like that
Used to move caine, uncle put me on game
Now I got range, bitches 18 up to 40 wanna bang
I let the 40 bang
My 5-5-6 can sang, and sang, sang ,sang ,sang ,sang
I told her, "open wide"
She like, "ah, ah, ah"
I'm high, high, high, high, high
And my bank got O's
No the f*ck we not no average Joes
In a penthouse with about 20 pink toes
Line 'em up ten by ten
F*ck the cops, can't box me in that ten by ten
Drop the top off the AMG, it run like the wind
I'm your club DJ best friend, he keep me on the spins
Like these white bitches, when they had too much to drink
I don't like bitches, I just beat 'em with the dick
Saint C, you sick
I'm good for it
I got my money right
Lotta hoes lotta gold
It's a Miami night
Bitch, it's up
It's a Miami night
Let's get f*cked up
It's a Miami night
I'm good for it
I got my money right
Lotta hoes lotta gold, it's right, yeah
Hey, it's a Miami night
I got your bitch here
I bought her ass a flight
Why she treat me so good
I got her, (a Aude), red bottom and a Go Yard
Ain't it crazy how I really made it this far?
They wanna ask me how I did it
I should have a seminar
My profit margin is most common of the better part
Y'all joke a lot, y'all Bonaparte
I'm a wolf, I'm a lion, I could tear y'all bones apart
Had run-ins with the opps n' law
When I was runnin', stockin' raw
Used to ball I's a jock n' all
Now I ball with my thugs
The Road to Rich Records lord
I'm good for it
I got my money right
Lotta hoes lotta gold
It's a Miami night
Bitch, it's up
It's a Miami night
Let's get f*cked up
It's a Miami night
I'm good for it
I got my money right
Lotta hoes lotta gold, it's right, yeah
Hey, it's a Miami night
I got your bitch here
I bought her ass a flight
Writer: Jared Condon
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