Miami Nights - Wale

The streets is cold and the beaches is warm

The bitches is everything in between

Who would believe this rap shit would have me well off

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Yeah, can’t wait 'til the wheels down

And I’m amazed you clown niggas 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 niggas «man up»

Tell LeBron drop fifty unless he playin' us

KOD a couple fifties like a precinct

Straight cognac got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

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

Miami nights, it was all a dream

If I can get my money right, I’m about to OD

Little more weed, first class seats

First class 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

We at Mansion, but no cape on

And that ass 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 niggas 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 bitch, they don’t need a reason

And when you up in Wet Willies, you ain’t even thinking

Miami nights, it was all a dream

If I can get my money right, I’m about to OD

Little more weed, first class seats

First class 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

Ok, black Panamera, dash on a million

It ain’t nothin' better than a passionate woman

She graduated top of the class

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

We got the jet waitin' on us at the airport homie

We got money to go get baby

Let’s get it

Miami nights, it was all a dream

If I can get my money right, I’m about to OD

Little more weed, first class seats

First class 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 class seats

First class 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