Miami

[Intro: Ace Hood]

Shit, at some point, niggas gotta grow up

Ace. Pain, what up?

[Pre-Chorus: T-Pain]

If you ain't got your shit together, then you can't let her know what's up

Oh, you got to do better, she wanna be alone forever, oh no

She wanna know

[Chorus: T-Pain]

How many times you gon' go to Miami?

You been there too many times, she know something's wrong

How many times you gon' go to Miami?

And every time that you go, you stay way too long

How many times you gon' go to Miami?

There's too many strip clubs, too many strippers

When you get back, she go through your phone

How many times you gon' go to Miami?

Probably getting your dick sucked, who you done picked up

When she know you did something wrong

How many times you gon' go?

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

[Verse 1: T-Pain]

You know you gotta believe me, I put that shit on my kids, yeah

You know when them bitches see me, they just wanna spin on my dick, yeah

I ain't no sexy nigga but them bitches recognize I handle my biz, yeah

They know that I'm eating real good, they just want in on the meals, yeah

What the fuck I need a thot for, when I got a bitch that'll rock on me

Suck that dick till she get lockjaw, you tell ya girlfriend to come ride on this dick

Right when the shit bout to pop off

Put a shotgun in your mouth with a skrilla

Fuck around, get your shit rocked off

My bitch my shooter, my hitter, yeah

Peer pressure make me feel less of a real nigga

And that's as real as it get

Iridescent diamonds in my ear done shiny

Broke bitches tryin' to fuck me and dip

Snakes in the grass, fake big ol' ass, from a mile away you smell 'em

I need a time machine so I can go find my younger self and tell him

[Pre-Chorus: T-Pain]

If you ain't got your shit together, then you can't let her know what's up

Oh, you got to do better, she wanna be alone forever, oh no

She wanna know

[Chorus: T-Pain]

How many times you gon' go to Miami?

You been there too many times, she know something's wrong

How many times you gon' go to Miami?

And every time that you go, you stay way too long

How many times you gon' go to Miami?

There's too many strip clubs, too many strippers

When you get back, she go through your phone

How many times you gon' go to Miami?

Probably getting your dick sucked, who you done picked up

When she know you did something wrong

How many times you gon' go?

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]

How many times you gon ask

How many time you gon pat, for real

Maybe you need to relax

Couple of days I'm right back, chill

You know I'd never deceive you

Never, would never mistreat you, no

I got a queen and a keeper

She don't belong in the bleachers

Bitches be trying to starters

They go to pressing me harder

Hoping I come through and slaughter

They wanna ride it like I was a Caddy

While calling me daddy like I was the father

Honestly speaking, I'm unimpressed

Thotties will come with a ton of stress

When you connect in the mind, your body, and soul

It makes for some greater sex

If she ain't your homie, your lover, your friend

You might want to go get your feelings back

With the seal and back

Imported my watch in a coniac

I keeping it real, you niggas living on lies

I look her right in her eyes

I done came up on a prize

I gotta stay on my jog

I gotta grow and evolve

People will play on your weakness

Look at what happened to Rome

[Pre-Chorus: T-Pain]

If you ain't got your shit together, then you can't let her know what's up

Oh, you got to do better, she wanna be alone forever, oh no

She wanna know

[Chorus: T-Pain]

How many times you gon' go to Miami?

You been there too many times, she know something's wrong

How many times you gon' go to Miami?

And every time that you go, you stay way too long

How many times you gon' go to Miami?

There's too many strip clubs, too many strippers

When you get back, she go through your phone

How many times you gon' go to Miami?

Probably getting your dick sucked, who you done picked up

When she know you did something wrong

How many times you gon' go?