Letra de 'Miami Nights' de Wale

The streets is cold and the beaches is warm
The bitches is everythin' 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 conch got a nigga feelin' seasick, oh shit
Chef Creole, two-seater
And my watch lookin' like it's all 3PO
2 V's in the street blowin' 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, 1st 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 lookin' right, what you pay for it
Look, I know you not gay or nothin'
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 ?
My name hold weight and you dont really keep the bar raised
With dark niggas with dark thoughts and long braids
Its not far from white girls with big bread
And light beers, they slight care, they spring breaking
But right there, they skill scheming, they not eating
Knowing they needy as a bitch, they don't need a reason
And when you reppin' Wet Willies, you ain't even thinkin'

Miami nights, it was all a dream
If I can get my money right, I'm about to OD
Little more weed, 1st 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 gonna 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 its 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, 1st 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