Cruisin' in The MIA - Pouya

Man, you know I’m sayin', people?

I come through like old Saint Nick

Break a bitch off, give her the gift, you know I’m sayin'?

I’m a pimp, I need my money, you know I’m sayin'?

Purse first, ass last

You see the good Linens

Chinchilla on my shoulders, lookin' like a real pimp

Break a bitch down like a motherfuckin' Bronco

Let 'em know, you know what I’m saying?

Purse first ass last, bitch

(MIA, cruisin' in the MIA)

(MIA, cruisin' in the MIA)

So I’m back in that matte black Cadillac

Gas on E, by my lonely, my homie

He told me he got five on the whip

Scoop him up, now we rollin'

Dippin' back to the crib

Looking for some shawties

Down to kick it and sip forties

Down to suck on my big homie

Boobie rollin' up, eyes rollin' back

Miami bitches throw it back

Purse first, ass last

Never tell 'em where the cash at

Now we headed back to the whip

My hoes ready to trick, any corner that I pick out

Keep my dick on flaccid 'cause I’m 'bout my chips

And I can’t let these hoes think that I’m with that

I’ll break a bitch off, no Kit Kat

Butterfingers, Snickers, you’s a lick and I could hit that

Baby Bone, in my city I’m respected and known

To all my enemies, but hate to admit that

And the body frame so skinny

5'5, but the moms, they still fuckin' with me, yeah

And I gotta get my pennies up by any means

It’s my energy, don’t you fuck it up

Check it out, bitch, you know I’m sayin'?

I’m comin' through with Baby Bone just to let you know what it is and what it

ain’t

I need my money in my hand, ho

If you don’t bring these chips to my pocket, you know I’m sayin'?

You finna get a slap in the motherfuckin' face

Palm up and everything

Purse first, ass last, ho (Bitch)

(MIA, cruisin' in the MIA)

(MIA, cruisin' in the MIA)