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Minks In Miami (feat. French Montana & Max B) letra


Maybach Music
Damn gang
It's one of those moments, let's go (Montana, Boss Don)

Uh, minks in Miami, shawty know that I'ma winner
Killed my little mans so you know I gotta get him
Losing all my homies got me living with regrets
Blood, sweat, and tears help me get up outta ghet
Look into the eyes of a motherfuckin' boss
Struggle growing up, I refuse to take a loss
Getting to the money and I hope it lasts forever
Lonely at the top but life couldn't be better
Jet to New Orleans, mansion in the French Quarter
All my jewels on me like the legend, Rich Porter
Pretty boy swag with a Rick Ross aura
Had to call her back 'cause she squirt that water

Yeah, all my niggas is rich from hard work
Made it out the gutter from hard work
Million in jewelry, my nigga, my charms burst
Bomb work, you lost to the don first
I just wanna elevate (just wanna elevate, baby)
Pop bottles in Bel Aire and let's go celebrate

God is the greatest, baby, all praise due
On a sunny day I'm in a dark gray coupe
Gambles paid off, I just wanna roll dice
Snowing that white, we was up four nights
Still a dope boy till the wheels fall off
Check a bad bitch then I fuck her raw dog
Change y'all fits three times everyday
DoorDash food, new pussy on the way
Bankroll fat, best seats at the game
Get ya face cut when you speak a nigga name
City all mine, big props to the game
Money on time, made him count it 'fore I came

Yeah, all my niggas is rich from hard work
Made it out the gutter from hard work
Million in jewelry, my nigga, my charms burst
Bomb work, you lost to the don first
I just wanna elevate (just wanna elevate, baby)
Pop bottles in Bel Aire and let's go celebrate

Aye, coke wave got New York City back breathing
Go tell my sons I'ma claim 'em, it's tax season
We did a lot wrong things for the right reasons
Shawty took her clothes off before I put the house keys in
Hating from the start? I ain't forget about that
It's lonely at the top but that's where the penthouse at
I might just hit Dubai and forget about rap
But my boys out the box, time to take the town back
Plus the mansion on the beach about 30 mill
When it comes to the culture we the holy grail
Don 'Tega cop a brick before he cop a rollie
From Morocco to the Bronx, bitch, one and only

Yeah, all my niggas is rich from hard work
Made it out the gutter from hard work
Million in jewelry, my nigga, my charms burst
Bomb work, you lost to the don first
I just wanna elevate (just wanna elevate, baby)
Pop bottles in Bel Aire and let's go celebrate

Rick Ross - Letras

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