Moved to Miami Lyrics by Roddy Ricch ft. Lil Baby is latest English song with music also given by TM88, Lexx Darkstar & Lucas Padulo. Moved to Miami song lyrics are written by Lucas Padulo, Lexx Darkstar, TM88, Lil Baby & Roddy Ricch.
Moved to Miami Song Detail
| Song Name: | Moved to Miami |
| Singer: | Roddy Ricch, Lil Baby |
| Composer: | TM88, Lexx Darkstar, Lucas Padulo |
| Lyrics by: | Lucas Padulo, Lexx Darkstar, TM88, Lil Baby, Roddy Ricch |
Moved to Miami Lyrics
Moved to miami and copped me a boat (8—)
Hope my fiends don’t stop doin’ coke
Bi^^h, 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 s^^t without a stylist
I got money, never went to college
I got all my cars without the mileage
I can’t f^^k on these ratchet-a^s bi^^hes, she ’bout to f^^k the whole hood
I been stackin’ these hundreds inside the safe, so all my ni^^as know I’m good
Rеal street ni^^a, 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 choosin’ s^^t, this s^^t was destiny
Bi^^h, I cooked the water without the recipe
And the feds and the cops ain’t got no heart
How they gon’ take my lil’ cousin upstate? He was whippin’ to give all his children a start
Playin’ with that water, gotta be a shark
Swimmin’ with the fishes, duckin’ from the narcs
Thirteen, posted middle of the park
If you see an opp, gotta let it spark
Moved to miami and copped me a boat
Hope my fiends don’t stop doin’ coke
Bi^^h, 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 s^^t without a stylist
I got money, never went to college
I got all my cars without the mileage
Three-five or better whenever I smoke
I see ’em doin’ 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 comin’, I’ll do it for ’em both
They ain’t runnin’ with me, nowhere near close
S^^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 doin’ one-sixty, controllin’ it
Big old baby piece, them folks gotta notice me
I’m an artist, to the street, this s^^t poetry
Real trapper, never did nothin’ fraudulent
Send them boxes coast to coast like I’m roddy ricch
So just focus on yourself, you can buy the bi^^h
In miami for a week, catchin’ vibes and s^^t
We got baddies on the boat gettin’ hot and s^^t
G6 make that s^^t come up out of me
Pink slips to the car if I’m drivin’ it
No withdrawals, only deposit it
Hundred k cash stuffed in my pockets
I’ma show these ni^^as how they should pop it
Forbes list, I’m tryna get on the top of it
I walk in, they start switchin’ the topic up
I feel any kind of threat and I’m poppin’ up
Moved to miami and copped me a boat
Hope my fiends don’t stop doin’ coke
Bi^^h, 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 s^^t without a stylist
I got money, never went to college
I got all my cars without the mileage