(Miami) it ain't nothin' like where I'm from, nah Yeah, I can't keep my gun in my truck in Miami They don't know my name at these bars And you can't even see any stars in Miami You got me MIA for a couple days now But it don't hit the same as my Tennessee town (Miami) Except for gettin' sand in my boots Ask yourself: What the hell is a redneck gon' do in Miami? Miami Yeah, yeah Mula Now if you're callin' New Orleans, but temporary And she know that I'm colder than Refrigerator Perry And she don't wanna go to New Orleans 'cause I'm a Gator, so we go to south Bitch, just say it's perfect 'fore our wedding, stop sweating in 'em Cherokee, without the doors, don't get no sayin' in my Jeep I'm 'bout to call, she look at me like Nigga, please: So I please the bitch We up in [?] on Sunday, I'm like: Jesus, bitch Party in the 305, we so high, we go live when they see your bride Can't believe your eyes for eatin' that prime rib I eat so much shrimp, I got a damn poisonin' I can't even swim, but I could throw a yacht party We're really lit in Miami I'm like Will Smith in Miami I'm like Uncle Luke, Trick Daddy Me and Trina almost got married, shit Got a bando on Collins Can't see stars, just start eyein' I got a target on my wallet, but like Morgan, boy, I'm wildin' in Miami (Miami) it ain't nothin' like where I'm from, nah (nothin' like where I'm from) Yeah, I can't keep my gun in my truck in Miami (I still keep my gun) They don't know my name at these bars (they don't know my name) And you can't even see any stars inMiami You got me MIA for a couple days now But it don't hit the same as my Tennessee town (Miami, it don't hit the same) Except for gettin' sand in my boots (yeah) Ask yourself: What the hell is a redneck gon' do in Miami? Yeah, ask yourself: What the hell is a redneck gon' do in Miami? Biggest boss, Ricky Ross, ayy, uh Feelin' got my two seeder Chop down, this too easy Y'all seasonin' Miami Sun's out, too breezy Swimsuits on South Beach Condo for my sign peace Changin' plans, let's [?] Big double bag, two hundred jeans Life's short, so live fast Corvette with the rear rag Cry once, not twice Really hurt when my dad pass Make a dose, let's drink to it Still real with my day ones And I'm still dying for you Pray for me when my day comes (Miami) it ain't nothin' like where I'm from, nah (nothin' like where I'm from) Yeah, I can't keep my gun in my truck in Miami (I still keep my gun) They don't know my name at these bars (they don't know my name) And you can't even see any stars inMiami You got me MIA for a couple days now But it don't hit the same as my Tennessee town (Miami, it don't hit the same) Except for gettin' sand in my boots (yeah) Ask yourself: What the hell is a redneck gon' do in Miami? Yeah, ask yourself: What the hell is a redneck gon' do in Miami? It ain't nothin' like where I'm from But like Morgan, boy, I'm wildin'