DJ Stevie J - It Only Happens In Miami lyrics

[Intro] Only happens in Miami Miami, only happens, woah She ridin' me like a Bugatti Her other friends all on me papi Ayeee yeah-yeah oh-oh-oh Got weed, molly, we saucy Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Yeah-yeah [Interlude] Woah, welcome to the trail I told y'all before I'm from the city never been without drug money Stevie J [Hook: DJ Stevie J] She ridin' me like a Bugatti Her other friends callin me papi Got weed, got molly, we saucy 3AM, we just started the party It only happens in Miami, Miami It only happens in Miami It only happens in Miami, Miami It only happens in Miami [Verse 1: Young Dolph] We met at LA at the Grammys She said she from a wealthy family She then told me she a grown lady And grown ladies don't wear panties I flew to see her in Miami She thick as f** and she Spanish And she brought her friend with her too though It only happens in Miami I might drop my top Might co*k my Glock Might roll me a blunt Might pour me a cup Might f** your ho then put that b**h out If it ain't gas then put that sh** out If it ain't money then what it's about Her and her friend they both call me papi I got good weed and they got good sloppy, yeah [Hook: DJ Stevie J] She ridin' me like a Bugatti Her other friends callin me papi Got weed, got molly, we saucy 3AM, we just started the party It only happens in Miami, Miami It only happens in Miami It only happens in Miami, Miami It only happens in Miami [Verse 2: Zoey Dollaz] She callin' me papi cause I'm from Miami Best Spanish mami, p**y wet to sonics She smell like Givenchy, her titties on plastic But oh my that a** is fantastic Come on vacation, might leave on probation This city full of them Haitians Fast money, everybody impatient f** it let's take it to South Beach Fountain do lobby Liv on a Sunday, let's party Bottles on bottles on bottles She either a stripper or Instagram model Lookin' for a meal ticket like the lotto For n***as that's pullin' up in them Gallardos And poppin' them bottles Welcome to the city where I live Miami n***a, we call it the crib [Hook: DJ Stevie J] She ridin' me like a Bugatti Her friends other friends all on me papi Got weed, molly, we saucy 3AM, we just started the party It only happens in Miami, Miami It only happens in Miami It only happens in Miami, Miami It only happens in Miami [Verse 3: Trick Daddy] Ridin' round in a Range first thing in the mornin' Still hung over off of the liquor I drunk over at Liv on Sunday Tired of these soft a** n***as keep talkin' bout k**in' like they did the murders You aren't deservin' I flip 'em and burn 'em And I trick 'em on dirty When y'all tryna be funny Ain't future in frontin', no No groupie no stuntin' b**h a** n***as I came for the money Don't get it confused my dude cause I am the realest You got one life to lose fool cause I know the hittas And I know the Cubans, the Haitians, and I know the dealers 9 times out of 10 if them is the real ones, them is my n***as When you come to my city my n***as just handle your business Enjoy the weather, the beaches, but please don't fall in love with my b**hes, no And you can party my n***a And when you drink just handle your liquor And you can tote your pistol but control your n***as Before I blow my whistle See I f** with Stevie J Y'all f** n***as, y'all stuck with Stevie J We rep Miami And don't get it twisted cause that's my family [Hook: DJ Stevie J] She ridin' me like a Bugatti Her other friends callin me papi Got weed, got molly, we saucy 3AM, we just started the party It only happens in Miami, Miami It only happens in Miami It only happens in Miami, Miami It only happens in Miami