Face Down City Girls

[Intro]
Uh, Miami (Ah yeah)
Yeah (Ah yeah)

[Chorus: Yung Miami]
What good is that nigga bag if he don't spend it?
Bad bitches love shoppin' sprees last minute
Bags packed, flights booked, bitch, we ain't trippin'
Buy the grub, bring some more ones, don't let him start tippin', no

[Verse 1: Yung Miami]
Face down, ass up, slut me out (Slut me out)
I don't even let a broke nigga eat me out (Eat me out)
He know this pussy stay wet in the middle of droughts
I make him face me, nasty, squirt in his mouth (Damn)
I need that car paid for and a new house
Said "Do I look basic? Wife me now"
I heard cash rules, let me show you how
Bettеr spend that shit, baby, ice me out (Pеriod)
Hand clap, left right, both cheeks
Housekeeper and I can still fuckin' up the sheets (Ah)
To the valet, y'all niggas so cheap
If you lookin' for a wee bitch, you know it ain't me (Period)
Pussy ain't free, you better spend that shit (Spend that shit)
Since my momma gave birth, man, I been that bitch (Been that bitch)
Got it fresh off the runway, I'm in that shit
He said he love me, he show me, he meant that shit (Ah, ah)