Out Miami (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

On it, lights on

On it, on it

And she so bad, gotta keep the lights on (On it)

Lights on it, lights on it

On it, on it

Pussy good but I know she ain't right for me, yeah

Yeah, I can't even keep up with her life, uh

She out Miami and she like it, mm-hmm

Know exactly what she like, she think I'm a psychic

I can read her mind, I know she got a type, uh

She said that money what she like, uh

And she ain't nothin' like them broke hoes, mm-hmm

Why she sayin' shit that I already know though?

'Cause all these bitches think I alike, yeah, yeah

I'm in your city, I'm callin' you back

When you free, just hit me, and I'll answer that

I know that you busy but I'm movin' fast

I'm here for one night, better make this shit last

She move around with her friends, found a **** with some M's, wonder how this finna pan out

Take all his money in the end, it was all about the plan now

I can't even keep up with her life, uh

She out Miami and she like it, mm-hmm

Know exactly what she like, she think I'm a psychic

I can read her mind, I know she got a type, uh

She said that money what she like, uh

And she ain't nothin' like them broke hoes, mm-hmm

Why she sayin' shit that I already know though?

'Cause all these bitches think alike

And all these bitches think the same

Think the same

They don't really love you, they just here to get paid (Paid)

They want them **** with the money and the fame (Fame)

Somebody that's trickin' and gon' buy her everything (Ooh yeah)

Put her on a plane, fly her out, takin' selfies on the jet, huh

Ah yeah

Berkie or Chanaynay, she ain't used to nothin' less huh

Itty bitty Benz, ain't gon' do it, she like big bodies

Just to get the neck ridin', 'round in a Ferrari, yeah

Pretty girls just wanna have funds (Funds)

Send some racks to her, she don't like ones (Ones)

She like rich ****, she don't like bums

Ah yeah, yeah

Neck and her wrist, gotta keep some ice on it, ice on

On it, on it

And she so bad, gotta keep the lights on (On it)

Lights on, lights on

On it, on it

Pussy good but I know she ain't right for me, no

I can't even keep up with her life, uh

Dolla $ign

She out Miami and she like it, mm-hmm

Know exactly what she like, she think I'm a psychic

I can read her mind, I know she got a type, uh

She said that money what she like, uh

And she ain't nothin' like them broke hoes, mm-hmm

Why she sayin' shit that I already know though?

'Cause all these bitches think I alike, yeah, yeah