miami

I'm in miami, haters keep on creeping
But i'm winning (yeah i'm winning)
Tryna stop my bags but that shit fendi (that shit fendi)
Out here stealing hearts like i'm bandit
Yeah, yeah i'm a bandit

Said far, told my mama your boys going far (going far)
All the way from basement to the top (to the top)
Started in the hood now i'm a boss

I'm on a private flight (to miami)
But you can't get a rise (out me yeah)
Even though you try (try)
Your shit ain't gonna fly (no)

I'm in miami, haters keep on creeping
But i'm winning (yeah i'm winning)
Tryna stop my bags but that shit fendi (that shit fendi)
Out here stealing hearts like i'm bandit
Yeah, yeah i'm a bandit

Said far, told my mama your boys going far (going far)
All the way from basement to the top (to the top)
Started in the hood now i'm a boss

Catch me on a yatch (to bahamas)
This shit you cannot buy (just with money)
Even though you try (try)
Your ship is bout to drown (yeah)

I'm in miami, haters keep on creeping
But i'm winning (yeah i'm winning)
Tryna stop my bags but that shit fendi (that shit fendi)
Out here stealing hearts like i'm bandit
Yeah, yeah i'm a bandit

Said far, told my mama your boys going far (going far)
All the way from basement to the top (to the top)
Started in the hood now i'm a boss

I'm in miami ya ya ya

I'm in miami, haters keep on creeping
But i'm winning (yeah i'm winning)
Tryna stop my bags but that shit fendi
Out here stealing hearts like i'm bandit
Yeah, yeah i'm a bandit

Said far, told my mama your boys going far
All the way from basement to the top
Started in the hood now i'm a boss

I'm in miami ya ya



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Carter, Asche Carter, Giovanni Giglio
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