11:35 In Miami

Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy (J, this shit too crazy) Man, what the fuck? All these yachts, man, this— yeah All these palm trees, man, this Miami shit, man This shit lovely, man [Verse] It's 11:35 in Miami Bitch wanna win an Oscar, have a Grammy Pop a molly, mmm, taste like cand— damn Got a hundred thousand dollars in my fanny pack, alright The fanny pack? Alright I'm the real Coochie Man, hit your granny Thick bitch got on leggings with no panties Your bitch strong as hell, sh— ah Your bitch strong as hell, sh— damn Your bitch strong as hell, she look manly She just wanna take a picture, get a cami' Bitch bustin' down, molly lookin' like Sandy Hit a bitch underwater, look like Sandy I just met a bad bitch from Miami I just met a bad bitch from Miami I just met a bad bitch from Miami I just met a bad bitch from Miami I just met a bad bitch from Miami It's 11:36 in Miami A minute just went past, got me thinkin' 'bout my family Fuck, I wish I should've s— damn Fuck, I wish I could've seen this shit with my granny Did I still make it if I never win a Grammy? If I ain't in Cali', then I'm probably in Miami I've been in the streets since I was young, you can't hand me I've been bustin' juggs since I was young, you can't scam me Always thinkin' 'bout another fuck, I got a plan B Hit a bitch, forgot— damn Hit a bitch, forgot I nutted in her, she need plan B With the Grim Reaper servin' Billy, he need Mandy