(Miami) It ain't nothin' like where I'm from, nah

Yeah, I can't keep my gun in my truck in Miami

They don't know my name at these bars

And you can't even see any stars in Miami

You got me MIA for a couple days now

But it don't hit the same as my Tennessee town (Miami)

Except for gettin' sand in my boots

Ask yourself, "What the hell is a redneck gon' do in Miami? "

Miami

Yeah, yeah

Mula

Now it get cold in New Orleans, but temporary

And she know that I'm colder than Refrigerator Perry

And she don't wanna go to New Orleans

'cause I'm a Gator, so we go to south

Beach, just say it's perfect 'fore our wedding

now stop sweating in a

Cherokee, without the doors, don't get no sand in my Jeep

I'm 'bout to call, she look at me

like "Nigga, please, " so I please the bitch

We up in Liv on Sunday, I'm like, "Jesus, bitch"

Party in the 305, we so high, we go live

you're my C-O-bride

Can't believe your eyes for eatin' that prime rib

I eat so much shrimp, I got a damn poisonin'

I can't even swim, but I could throw a yacht party

We're real lit in Miami

I'm like Will Smith in Miami

I'm like Uncle Luke, Trick Daddy

Me and Trina almost got married, shit

Got a bando on Collins

Can't see stars, just our island

I got a target on my wallet

but like Morgan, boy, I'm wildin' in Miami

(Miami) It ain't nothin' like where I'm from, nah

(Nothin' like where I'm from)

Yeah, I can't keep my gun in my truck in Miami

(I still keep my gun)

They don't know my name at these bars

(They don't know my name)

And you can't even see any stars inMiami

You got me MIA for a couple days now

But it don't hit the same as my Tennessee town

(Miami, it don't hit the same)

Except for gettin' sand in my boots (Yeah)

Ask yourself, "What the hell is a redneck gon' do in Miami? "

Yeah, ask yourself

"What the hell is a nigga gon' do in Miami? "

(Maybach Music)

Biggest boss, Ricky Rose, uh

Feelin' good in my two seater

Top down, it's too easy

Yacht season in Miami

Sun's out, too breezy

Swimsuits on South Beach

Condo for my side piece

Change of plans, let's just shop

Blue duffle bag, two hundred G's

Life's short, so live fast

Corvette with the rear rag

Cry once, not twice

Really hurt when my dad pass

Make a toast, let's drink to it

Still real with my day ones

And I'm still down to die for you

Pray for me when my day comes

(Miami) It ain't nothin' like where I'm from, nah

(Nothin' like where I'm from)

Yeah, I can't keep my gun in my truck in Miami

(I still keep my gun)

They don't know my name at these bars

(They don't know my name)

And you can't even see any stars inMiami

You got me MIA for a couple days now

But it don't hit the same as my Tennessee town

(Miami, it don't hit the same)

Except for gettin' sand in my boots (Yeah)

Ask yourself, "What the hell is a redneck gon' do in Miami? "

Yeah, ask yourself

"What the hell is a nigga gon' do in Miami? "

It ain't nothin' like where I'm from

But like Morgan, boy, I'm wildin'