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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Miami
Yung Miami
Vocals
JT
JT
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amir Jenkins
Amir Jenkins
Songwriter
Caresha Brownlee
Caresha Brownlee
Songwriter
Christopher Wongwon
Christopher Wongwon
Songwriter
David Hobbs
David Hobbs
Songwriter
Jatavia Johnson
Jatavia Johnson
Songwriter
Luther Campbell
Luther Campbell
Songwriter
Mark Ross
Mark Ross
Songwriter
Marlon Goodwin
Marlon Goodwin
Songwriter
Michael Len William II
Michael Len William II
Songwriter
Premro Smith
Premro Smith
Songwriter
Tristan Jones
Tristan Jones
Songwriter
Pierre Slaughter
Pierre Slaughter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It
Producer
P Nazty
P Nazty
Producer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Isaac "Soundsfromikey" Copeland
Isaac "Soundsfromikey" Copeland
Recording Engineer
Salvador Majail
Salvador Majail
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, Miami
Yeah
[Chorus]
What good is that **** bag if he don't spend it?
Bad bitches love shoppin' sprees last minute
Bags packed, flight booked, bitch, we ain't trippin'
Buy the grub, bring some more ones, don't let him start tippin', no
[Verse 1]
Face down, ass up, slut me out
I don't even let a broke **** eat me out
He know this pussy stay wet in the middle of droughts
I make him face me, nasty, squirt in his mouth (Damn)
I need that car paid for and a new house
Said, "Do I look basic? Wife me now"
I heard cash rules, let me show you how
Better spend that shit, baby, ice me out (Period)
Hand clap, left, right, both cheeks
Housekeeper and I can still fuckin' up the sheets
To the valet, y'all **** so cheap
If you lookin' for a wee bitch, you know it ain't me (Period)
Pussy ain't free, you better spend that shit
Since my mama gave birth, man, I been that bitch
Got it fresh off the runway, I'm in that shit
He said he love me, he show me, he meant that shit
[Bridge]
Lay it down, lay it muh'fuckin' down
Aye, JT, yeah
[Verse 2]
Shoutout my bitches gettin' bags out of **** (Yeah)
I just think I leveled up, hoes say I'm weirder (What?)
I'm in that big bulletproof with a hit in
If he ain't blowin' a bag, bitch, pick a better ****
I'm in that new coupe, matte, go vroom-vroom
Bitches that be hatin' on me really ain't got no room (None)
I mean literally, no house bitch, no room (Ew)
I'm a city girl, so he gotta be a tycoon
Face down, ass up, that-that's the way I like to fuck (Wow)
You want a bitch from the city, huh? Pussy pretty, huh?
Got a **** out of motha'fuckin' Philly, huh?
[Chorus]
What good is that **** bag if he don't spend it?
Bad bitches love shoppin' sprees last minute
Bags packed, flight booked, bitch, we ain't trippin'
Buy the grub, bring some more ones, don't let him start tippin', aye
What good is that **** bag if he don't spend it?
Bad bitches love shoppin' sprees last minute
Bags packed, flight booked, bitch, we ain't trippin'
Buy the grub, bring some more ones, don't let him start tippin', aye
Written by: Amir Jenkins, Caresha Brownlee, Christopher Wongwon, Darryl McDaniels, David Hobbs, Jatavia Johnson, Joseph Simmons, Luther Campbell, Mark Ross, Marlon Goodwin, Michael Len Li Williams, Michael Len William II, Pierre Slaughter, Premro Smith, Tristan Jones
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