Vibin

I been to
Miami, baby, I can't even think
All these different b*tches on my mind, I can't blame
I might take a shot, go grab a trace, I need a drink
I walk in the club with my chain, it's going blank
Yeah, we throwing thousands
I do my dance on the top, they say
I'm wildin' I got some cash now, I guess they think
I'm holly and
I stay with bad b*tches, you know we be violin' All these niggas mad cause these young ones got cash
You look good, off the wig up, baby, you deserve a bag
You want double-sleeve old mama or a powder bag
F*ck it, I'ma get both, you know