Dre King - Miami Nights lyrics

[Intro] The streets is cold and the beaches is warm The b**hes is everything in between [Verse 1] Who would believe this rap sh** would have me well off Type of life a n***a k** or go to jail for Yeah, can't wait 'til the wheels down And I'm amazed you clown n***as is still around Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud Catchin' Heat, floor seats and we all fresh From court seats to court seats is progress, of course Tell them other n***as "man up" Tell LeBron drop fifty unless he playin' us KOD a couple fifties like a precinct Straight conch got a n***a feeling seasick, oh sh** Chef Creole, two-seater And my watch lookin' like it's all 3PO 2 V's in the street, blowing trees with hoes And more weed for me, shout out to Meek P.O [Hook] Miami nights, it was all a dream If I can get my money right, I'm about to OD Little more weed, first cla** seats First cla** hoes, we on South Beach Miami nights, it was all a dream If I can get my money right, I'm about to OD Drinks out, c'mon Drinks out, c'mon Drinks out, c'mon [Verse 2] We at Mansion, but no cape on And that a** looking right, what you pay for it Look, I know you not gay or nothing But we should find another girl with a tapeworm I'm in a rental on Collins Me and my compadres, burning up Barneys With a model and some limited BVLGARI My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised Where dark n***as with dark thoughts and long braids Is not far from white girls with big bread And light beers, they slight care, they spring breaking But right there, they still scheming, they not eating Knowing they needy as a b**h, they don't need a reason And when you up in Wet Willies, you ain't even thinking [Hook] Miami nights, it was all a dream If I can get my money right, I'm about to OD Little more weed, first cla** seats First cla** hoes, we on South Beach Miami nights, it was all a dream If I can get my money right, I'm about to OD Drinks out, c'mon Drinks out, c'mon Drinks out, c'mon [Verse 3] Ok, black Panamera, dash on a million It ain't nothin' better than a pa**ionate woman She graduated top of the cla** Carol City or was it the west Hold up I dont remember really, hold up Two whips, six tattoos, no kids And I heard you come alive, when you go to LIV I ain't trying to be ignorant But I'm leaving town in a little bit Miami nights, ain't another one Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun Paradise, get away Thinkin' why it's not South Beach everyday [Outro: Rick Ross] We got the jet waitin' on us at the airport homie We got money to go get baby Let's get it [Hook] Miami nights, it was all a dream If I can get my money right, I'm about to OD Little more weed, first cla** seats First cla** hoes, we on South Beach Miami nights, it was all a dream If I can get my money right, I'm about to OD Drinks out, c'mon Drinks out, c'mon Drinks out, c'mon Miami nights, it was all a dream If I can get my money right, I'm about to OD Little more weed, first cla** seats First cla** hoes, we on South Beach Miami nights, it was all a dream If I can get my money right, I'm about to OD Drinks out, c'mon Drinks out, c'mon Drinks out, c'mon