Tequila, Latina bikini b**hes
Cuban music, la vida Es bella
Uno dos tres, rum in my veins
The sun mixed with ice
Had so many, I could fly
Ugh give me enchiladas
At the Ritz Carlton overlooking the beach
Big booty b**h on my sheets
Take another sip, another Marlboro hit
And we can start this party
I should be asleep
Have a plane to catch
Going to Beverly Hills
Looking for property
My limousine is waiting
I forgot to pick up my Bentley
I'll do it next week
Tell her, I'll call you next week
But next week I'm flying to Paris
It's fashion week and I have to meet Ma Cherie
But I'm so sad, that I need to leave
Miami, Miami, Miami, Miami
[Hook]
Miami, Miami
Where am I?
Miami, Miami
Where am I?
Miami, Miami
Where am I? Miami?
What is this Miami?
What is this Miami?
What is this Miami?
I feel like a king
You are what you think
Johnny Depp in ''Rum Diary''
Amber Heard and a cabriolet
Smoking till blood I spit
Cancer I eat, my liver can't breathe
You have to find your poison, Charles Bukowski
My pain is k**ed, numbed to d**h by freedom and luxury
Wish you were here, so we could eat strawberries and pancakes in Paris
And drink the crème del a crème, Dom p
She asks me what do you think
I make up something stupid
Like I really love the innovative style of onyx
Has that vibe from the seventies
But I don't know sh**, I just came here for the models and drinks
In the schedule I got a sold out show in San Siro
Tasting fine Italian vino and fashion week in Milano
But first I'm heading back to Miami to shoot a video
But I'm so sad, that I need to leave
Ma chérie in Paris, sad to leave ma chérie
I'm going to Miami
[Hook]
Miami, Miami
Where am I?
Miami, Miami
Where am I?
Miami, Miami
Where am I? Miami?
What is this Miami?
What is this Miami?
What is this Miami?