Lyrics

Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa On a flight to Miami (flight to Miami) (800) mm-mm On a flight to Miami (flight to Miami), we talk about branding (talk about branding) I told her, "If we together, you gotta stop dancing" She bad and exotic, she tatted like Chantine On a flight to Miami, I got my hand in her panties On a flight to Miami, she said, don't play with her (she said don't play with her) I send flowers to her, knowin' it's okay with her (it's okay with her) And she the only one I call my baby girl (I call my baby girl) Chanel, Chanel, Chanel to my favorite girl (my favorite girl) She lit in her city now, can't no - say - about her Before she leave me, I'ma put them - out (I'ma put them - out) Jet skis and boat rides, buckets full of mayo on both sides (on both sides) Marni T-shirt, Marni pants, I want Marni for both slides I can't cut the smile, me and my lil' -, we both vibes I love Skiami, you can't get near us, we high profile Rolls-Royce, you'll pull us back to back, this b- like ghost town (this - like ghost town) I adore you, I wanna love you 'cause I know how Girl, you deserve an Audemar (Audemar) You take the lead, you go ahead and drive the car (go ahead and drive the car) I know whenever you leave, you ain't goin' too far I got whatever you need, that's why I gave you my heart On a flight to Miami, we talk about branding I told her, "If we together, you gotta stop dancing" She bad and exotic, she tatted like Chantine (she tatted like Chantine) On a flight to Miami, I got my hand in her panties On a flight to Miami, she said don't play with her (she said don't play with her) I send flowers to her, knowin' it's okay with her (it's okay with her) And she the only one I call my baby girl (I call my baby girl) Chanel, Chanel, Chanel to my favorite girl (my favorite girl)
Writer(s): Isaiah Dukes, Najee Nickle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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