Cruisin’ in the MIA Pouya

[Intro: RAMIREZ & Matthew Healy]
Man, you know I'm sayin’, people?
I come through like old Saint Nick
Break a bitch off, give her the gift, you know I'm sayin'?
I’m a pimp, I need my money, you know I'm sayin'?
Purse first, ass last
You see the good Linens
Chinchilla on my shoulders, lookin' like a real pimp
Break a bitch down like a motherfuckin' Bronco
Let 'em know, you know what I'm saying?
Purse first ass last, bitch
(MIA, cruisin' in the MIA)
(MIA, cruisin’ in the MIA)

[Verse: Pouya]
So I’m back in that matte black Cadillac
Gas on E, by my lonely, my homie
He told me he got five on the whip
Scoop him up, now we rollin'
Dippin’ back to the crib
Looking for some shawties
Down to kick it and sip forties
Down to suck on my big homie
Boobie rollin' up, eyes rollin' back
Miami bitches throw it back
Purse first, ass last
Never tell 'em where the cash at
Now we headed back to the whip
My hoes ready to trick, any corner that I pick out
Keep my dick on flaccid ’cause I'm 'bout my chips
And I can't let these hoes think that I'm with that
I'll break a bitch off, no Kit Kat
Butterfingers, Snickers, you's a lick and I could hit that
Baby Bone, in my city I'm respected and known
To all my enemies, but hate to admit that
And the body frame so skinny
5'5, but the moms, they still fuckin' with me, yeah
And I gotta get my pennies up by any means
It's my energy, don't you fuck it up