Miami (Remix)

Miami (Remix) - Morgan Wallen/Lil Wayne/Rick Ross

Lyrics by：Morgan Wallen/Hank Cochran/Dean Dillon/Michael Hardy/Chase McGill/Blake Pendergrass/Royce Porter/Ernest Keith Smith/Ryan Vojtesak/Dwayne Carter/William Leonard Roberts II

Composed by：Morgan Wallen/Hank Cochran/Dean Dillon/Michael Hardy/Chase McGill/Blake Pendergrass/Royce Porter/Ernest Keith Smith/Ryan Vojtesak/Dwayne Carter/William Leonard Roberts II

Produced by：Joey Moi/Charlie Handsome

Miami

Yeah 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 it get cold in New Orleans but temporary

And she know that I'm colder than Refrigerator Perry

And she don't wanna go to New Orleans it's Armageddon

So we go to South Beach she say it's perfect for our weddin'

I start sweatin' in a Cherokee without the doors

Don't get no sand in my Jeep on my decor

She look at me like "please" so I pleased the *****

We up in LIV on Sunday I'm like Jesus *****

Party in the 305 we so high

If we go live you might see your bride

Can't believe your eyes we eat at Prime and

I eat so much shrimp I got iodine poisonin'

I can't even swim but I could throw a yacht party

We real lit in Miami I'm like Will Smith in Miami

I'm like Uncle Luke Trick Daddy me and Trina almost got married ****

Got the barn door on Collins can't see stars just Star Island

I got a target on my wallet but like Morgan boy I'm wildin' in Miami

Miami

Yeah 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

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

It don't hit the same yeah yeah

Except for gettin' sand in my boots

Ask yourself "What the hell is a redneck gon' do in Miami?"

Yeah ask yourself "What the hell is a gon' do in Miami?"

Miami

Maybach Music

Biggest boss Ricky Rozay uh

Feelin' good in my two seater top down it's too easy

Yacht season in Miami sun's out too breezy

Swimsuits on South Beach condo for my side piece

Change of plans let's just shop blue duffle bag two hunnid G's

Life's short so live fast Corvette with the red rack

Cried once not twice really hurt when my Dad passed

Make a toast let's drink to it still real with my day ones

And I'm still down to die for you pray for me when that day comes

Miami

Yeah 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

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

It don't hit the same yeah yeah

Except for gettin' sand in my boots

Ask yourself "What the hell is a redneck gon' do in Miami?"

Yeah ask yourself "What the hell is a gon' do in Miami?"

Miami

It ain't nothin' like where I'm from but like Morgan boy I'm wildin'