Moved To Miami Lyrics – Roddy Ricch ft. Lil Baby

[Intro: Roddy Ricch]
Huh!

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
Moved to Miami and copped me a boat (8—)
Hope my fiends don't stop doing coke
B!tch, I'm a champ, on top of the ropes
New Louis V's every time I tote
Nine millimeter every time I tote
I do all this sh!t without a stylist
I got money, never went to college
I got all my cars without the mileage

[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
I can't f**k on these ratchet-as* b!tches
She 'bout to f**k the whole hood
I been stacking these hundreds inside the safe
So all my n!ggas know I'm good
Rеal street n!gga, keep it all in the TEC
Got the shooters on thе side with bazookas in the back
Got a whole Amiri jean collection
And I ain't choosing sh!t, this sh!t was destiny
B!tch, I cooked the water without the recipe
And the feds and the cops ain't got no heart
How they gone take my lil' cousin upstate?
He was whipping to give all his children a start
Playing with that water, gotta be a shark
Swimming with the fishes, ducking from the narcs
Thirteen, posted middle of the park
If you see an opp, gotta let it spark

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
Moved to Miami and copped me a boat
Hope my fiends don't stop doing coke
B!tch, I'm a champ, on top of the ropes
New Louis V's every time I tote
Nine millimeter every time I tote
I do all this sh!t without a stylist
I got money, never went to college
I got all my cars without the mileage

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Three-five or better whenever I smoke
I see 'em doing it, but I do the most
I'ma do it for the bro 'fore I do it for a ho
All this money that's coming, I'll do it for 'em both
They ain't running with me, nowhere near close
Sh!t be crazy what they'll do for a post
You'll go viral, but it won't be no joke
I got power and I move like a ghost
In a 'Rari doing one-sixty, controlling it
Big old Baby piece, them folks gotta notice me
I'm an artist, to the street, this sh!t poetry
Real trapper, never did nothing fraudulent
Send them boxes coast to coast like I'm Roddy Ricch
So just focus on yourself, you can buy the b!tch
In Miami for a week, catching vibes and sh!t
We got baddies on the boat getting hot and sh!t
G6 make that sh!t come up out of me
Pink slips to the car if I'm driving it
No withdrawals, only deposit it
Hundred K cash stuffed in my pockets
I'ma show these n!ggas how they should pop it
Forbes list, I'm tryna get on the top of it
I walk in, they start switching the topic up
I feel any kind of threat and I'm popping up

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
Moved to Miami and copped me a boat
Hope my fiends don't stop doing coke
B!tch, I'm a champ, on top of the ropes
New Louis V's every time I tote
Nine millimeter every time I tote
I do all this sh!t without a stylist
I got money, never went to college
I got all my cars without the mileage