[Verse: Aminé]
Miami Vice, nahnah, nahnah, nah
Yeah, Miami Vice
Look
Black man, self-made, I don't need your pity hoe
If you call me n***a I might pull up at your rodeo
Living black excellence, my pockets looking Terrio
Only time I'm seeing bars is when I watch his video
Skrrt on a n***a if he skrrt on me
If her skirt big enough she could skrrt on me
Shorty got more tits than Dexter's sis, DD
Ass too thick I gots to hit, TD
Fuck my shoes you can't even fit in my socks
N***as who don't like me are the type to eat a Tide Pod
Rap the new rock and roll motherfucker
And if you don't like it better roll motherfucker
Last too long so I fuck her eight to eight
Since when did pop songs have a fucking 808?
I mean we control the culture put the food up on the plate
Nicki posted up that picture 'cause she knew that's what it takes
See the beautiful thing, about being black
Is we can take the negative and we make it crack
I'm a asshole, but my president's a shithole
Snake eyes probably the only way his dice roll
2018, you still homophobic
Why my makeup looking better than your girlfriend?
Momma I'm so sorry, these n***as so obnoxious
Fuck a hater when my red Mercedes polished
If I need some love, you know I'm calling momma
If I need a whip, you know I'm calling Arthur
When I need a vid Mikey know there's no one better
And if I need advice then you know I'm calling never
Uh, rocking Helmut Lang bitch, tell me what you think
Balenciaga Prada Club Banana got a name
The album just went gold, the package like my size
My top five is only Aminé times five
Bitch