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Tory Lanez - MiAMi (FEAT. Gunna)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tory Lanez
Tory Lanez
Vocals
Joshua Cross
Joshua Cross
Programming
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Cross
Joshua Cross
Songwriter
Daystar Peterson
Daystar Peterson
Songwriter
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cassius
Cassius
Producer
Johann Chavez
Johann Chavez
Mixing Engineer
Play Picasso
Play Picasso
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, uh From nothing to something Yo, Tory That boy Cassius Lotta money talk, it's hard to understand me (Understand me) Big bank, so I moved it to Miami (To Miami) I done hit 100 licks in the Camry Tryna make these pussy niggas understand me (Understand me) Lotta money talk, it's hard to understand me (Understand me) Big bank, so I moved it to Miami (To Miami) I done made a lot of moves in the Camry You know gangstas don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, Miami, Miami Yeah, I done came up from nothin' (Yeah) So I made it off of nothin' (Yeah) Couple rings I was hustling Through the rain and the storm (Yeah) Through the hunger and the jungle I'ma slide on a nigga A hundred grand on a nigga I never ran from a nigga I may have hit a couple Zoes I may have hit a couple credit card fraud scams on a nigga But I land on a nigga There wasn't a chance for niggas (No) I bought in the bands for niggas, yeah In the court, I been missing court, yeah (Court, yeah) Got a warrant so I put that shit in sport, yeah (Sport, yeah) I lost so many of my niggas on the off-street (Off-street) I can't believe some of my niggas double-crossed me Shit is hard and I'm broken, but I cope I fit a 35 in the backwood when I smoke And niggas asking why I smoke so many blunts, huh? Because these backwoods and these blunts are full of numb, huh And all this Actavis and drank, it make me numb, huh The only time when I feel at peace is when I'm dumb high I keep the flashy Jesus pieces when I stunt now I keep a quarter-million pieces when I stunt now Them dumb ass teachers and police said I'd be nothing, huh? I ducked the Priest and chased my dreams and now his son's hot That Wraith ain't rented, when I pull up man it's sun hot I'm moving geetchie with bitches, they be out bugging now Talking with opinions, all they got is opinions I'm back and forth in millions, all y'all pussy niggas my minions I spend days in Givenchy, Mama told me I would get it I kept a .30 on me long and it had the extension These niggas did me dirty, no I can't speak on friendship I can't speak on this tension, spent most the year suspended Bitch, I came from the bottom, finna head to the tippy One thing a nigga noticed, I gotta get it, that's why it's a Lotta money talk, it's hard to understand me (Understand me) Big bank, so I moved it to Miami (To Miami) I done hit 100 licks in the Camry Tryna make these pussy niggas understand me (Understand me) Lotta money talk, it's hard to understand me (Understand me) Big bank, so I moved it to Miami (To Miami) I done made a lot of moves in the Cam' You know gangstas don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, Miami, Miami Oh, I done made myself a living I been dodging the sentence I asked God for forgiveness Then I put rose gold on the tennis I told 'em put a hold on the hearing It's a 58 on the engine Feel like I'm in a race for these millions Put it in the safe for the business Walk with a hundred K in the denim I know why he got hate in his feelings These niggas want the wave I invented I'm gonna cop a Wraith and a Bentley Dolce and Gabana, Gunna dripping Plus I'm getting this money independent Top off in the summer 'cause we winning Windows up and we breezy VVS from Elliot and my pearls came from CC Bal Harbour shopping spree anytime I'm in Miami Hope to see my people face when I make it to the Grammys Park the Yacht next to the dock and we hopping on a Jetski Bought the racks for my Rollie watch See me shining from the nosebleeds Pour the syrup in my soda pop, I hope I never OD They steal the drip when my pictures drop, they looking like the old me And I bought a jacket, M.I.A, I'm with my dog I painted a picture, you can frame it on a wall, yeah I made her my bitch and painted the insides of her walls, yeah Got a bank account and fill it with M's so we can ball Lotta money talk, it's hard to understand me (Understand me) Big bank, so I moved it to Miami (To Miami) I done hit 100 licks in the Camry Tryna make these pussy niggas understand me (Understand me) Lotta money talk, it's hard to understand me (Understand me) Big bank, so I moved it to Miami (To Miami) I done made a lot of moves in the Cam' You know gangstas don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami
Writer(s): Jason Phillips, Shawn C. Carter, Sergio Kitchens, Joshua Cross, Daystar Peterson, Isaac Hayes, Erick S. Sermon, Dwight Grant, David Styles, Todd Eric Gaither, Sean Divine Jacobs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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