Miami Boys

[Intro: Pitbull] Mr. 305 Putting it down with T double D, Dade County mayor [Hook: Pitbull (Trick Daddy)] Get down, get low Get down, get low (gimme that) Get down, get low (gimme that Miami shit) Get down, get low (Get down, get low) (Get down, get low) (Get down, get low) (Get down, get low) Gimme that Miami shit [Verse 1: Pitbull] Woke up this morning with my pockets on E Fuck being broke man, that shit ain't for me I'm looking for a lick, them boys sitting on them bricks Making it rain in the club, outside jack boy shit Making them strip, kicking the dough Don't let that shit hit the floor If they shit, that's for sure Cause if you do them things then don't Bah! [Hook] [Verse 2: Trick Daddy] I'm about to make a big withdrawal Watches, chains, I want it all Everybody turn to face the wall I'm squeezing off, hit the bucket y'all And I don't wanna go fuck with y'all But there's too much money involved But as you been stunting, blowing up your money You must don't want it all Like fuck that, gimme that, gimme that You don't deserve shit, cause you's an idiot A straight up lame to me Nothing that you claim to be, and I pity that [Hook] [Verse 3: Pitbull] The stripper in the club That don't put us on the lick Word of advice to all you ballers That's how you get got for your shit We slip in through the front While she slip out through the back Got you slipping, now you tripping Cause this bitch got you jacked Now them jack boys and that stripper Going ham on your stash But as soon as that stripper slip Another lick, gimme that, bitch Gimme that Miami shit [Hook]