[Chorus]

Fly that bitch out to Miami

Fuck  a friend, I want a Grammy

Getting  cheese like we in Sammy's

Loud pack up in my fanny

Fly that bitch out to Miami

Fuck  a friend, I want a Grammy

See,  I'm stacking all this money

Now she trying to drop her panties

[Verse]

I  can't do that show unless I'm paid

Yeah, I got the juice like Minute Maid

Lil mama told me change up all my ways

Fuck a will, I take my money to the grave

Focused  but these hoes be in the way

V12, now these niggas wanna race

He gon' pop a addy for the pain

I just gotta pray for better days

Talking shit, you better say it to my face

He brought a skateboard trying to ride my wave

Lil nigga better know, we not the same

Rip through your city, oh my God I feel like Dame

Know some niggas they don't care they let it rain

Shawty wanna piece of all the gang

Baby give me knowledge give me brain

I just want the money and the fame

We winning right now

You ain't talking money, nigga better pipe down

Now I'm up all of a sudden I'm her type now

And I get lil mama wet like she on Wipeout

You know this my town

Flexing on these niggas stepping with the ice out

And you know my diamonds shining with no lights

Man I'm trying to be so rich that I don't even check the price (Goddamn)

[Chorus]

Fly that bitch out to Miami

Fuck a friend, I want a Grammy

Getting cheese like we in Sammy's

Loud pack up in my fanny

Fly that bitch out to Miami

Fuck a friend, I want a Grammy

See, I'm stacking all this money

Now she trying to drop her panties