Summer Wit' Miami

[Intro: Jim Jones & (Trey Songz)]

You see rap music is subliminal

But the music for us is like our own diary

Something like a confession

They tell me life is a bitch (That's a summer with Miami)

She somethin' like the seasons just like mother nature

She comes and go as she please

Thats why they get their period once a month (Yeah)

I say that to say this if you think that bitch

The summer is yours (That's a summer with Miami)

She could be cheating on you

Ya heard

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]

It's got me feelin' like opium

I'm tryna dance with the loaded M

Open a bottle and it goes around

I'm leavin' drunk 'bout 4 A.M

And watch me jump up in a Dolce Benz

Top down with the pokey rims

And now I'm swervin' so you know I'm bent

I lost count, who knows what I spent

I recall nine Cliques

Bitches steppin' on my Nike sneakers

With one hand in the sky and the other hand was on her thigh

I was grindin' to the beat with my hammer on my side

Now the G's only as we speed to the Rolex

And three or four G's is what we sneeze at the Rolex

Playing some, glance at my Chopard, it's 'bout 6 A.M

You think the night is over but it just begin

They say Club Space like Bad Boys 2

You can see the snow bunnies doin' what bad girls do

Thats ecstasy, weed, they had girl too

Scoop the bitch that had keys that sellin' fast off blue

Now I'm speedin' to the telly got the Porsche behind

Tryna get in her belly the only thought on my mind

Like damn, not tryna be pushy or nothing

But since the strip joint girl, I should have been fucking

[Hook: Trey Songz]

Spendin' my summers with the drop top low

Throwin' my 100s at the top notch hoes

And we smokin' on the top notch dro

That's a summer with Miami

Bottle in the air, livin' without a care

Shawty beside me, blowin' through her hair

Hold on, no

That's a summer with Miami

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]

I can't keep it long anymore

I be with my girl when it starts to snow, I get bored

And when you love three women, it's hard to keepin' up with the lies

You see spring's my first love, I started creepin' with July

Used to say I had some shows, catch a plane to M-I

Then I started trickin' dough and bought a Range for July

Mama said I'm love sick over this hot ass hoochie

And I first seen her when I told Nas I'd slap off his kufi ('Member that?)

We don't play disrespect (Nope)

But that was the day that we met

Summer jam '02, I hit the stage with my set (Roc La)

But her man, he was from Brooklyn she still slipped me the number

She said he's on vacation, so get with me this summer

Then I been flirtin' with her over the past two years

Now she hates seein' me in the winter, ain't gon' last through the year

So now I'm lookin' at winter like life's an adventure

And then when June comes, I'll be gone 'til September

Now would you hate me for that?

I know your heart's cold could you wait 'til I'm back

I'm just a sucker for love

But a nigga hold you down if you wanna fuck with a thug

[Hook: Trey Songz]

Spendin' my summers with the drop top low

Throwin' my 100s at the top notch hoes

And we smokin' on the top notch dro

That's a summer with Miami

Bottle in the air, livin' without a care

Shawty beside me, blowin' through her hair

Hold on, no

That's a summer with Miami