4AM IN MIAMI Lyrics

Numbers going up, nobody can mess with me

You can't hold me for no ransom, just let me be

I've been riding in a phantom, ice with VVVs

Fine girl, looking at me, she got the lip gloss

Married to the game, you can't play me like I'm criss-cross

Presidential style, yeah, I'm moving like I'm Rick Ross

Put my bros on, cause I know they're making hits, huh

I just skrt off in a rari ,

Baby girl I'm super sorry

When I'm in the studio, huh, I don't even wanna party

I don't even drink, huh,

But she pouring the Bacardi

I don't wanna speak,

Cause I know she want me in a heartbeat

I cannot pick up my phone,

Cause I'm in my own zone

She just want me for the dough,

Then I'm like girl no

All my bros on go,

I gotta stick to the code

Me and bro on a PJ,

All these girls screaming EJ

10 outta 10 keep on calling my line,

Baby girl why you so fine

Hit after hit and you know I'm that guy

Shorty wanna chill, she just wanna go and vibe

But I'm in the studio all night