Miami T-Pain (Ft. Ace Hood)

[Intro: Ace Hood]
Shit, at some point, niggas gotta grow up
Ace. Pain, what up?

[Pre-Chorus: T-Pain]
If you ain't got your shit together, then you can't let her know what's up
Oh, you got to do better, she wanna be alone forever, oh no
She wanna know

[Chorus: T-Pain]
How many times you gon' go to Miami?
You been there too many times, she know something's wrong
How many times you gon' go to Miami?
And every time that you go, you stay way too long
How many times you gon' go to Miami?
There's too many strip clubs, too many strippers
When you get back, she go through your phone
How many times you gon' go to Miami?
Probably getting your dick sucked, who you done picked up
When she know you did something wrong
How many times you gon' go?
Oh, oh
Oh, oh

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
You know you gotta believe me, I put that shit on my kids, yeah
You know when them bitches see me, they just wanna spin on my dick, yeah
I ain't no sexy nigga but them bitches recognize I handle my biz, yeah
They know that I'm eating real good, they just want in on the meals, yeah
What the fuck I need a thot for, when I got a bitch that'll rock on me
Suck that dick till she get lockjaw, you tell ya girlfriend to come ride on this dick
Right when the shit bout to pop off
Put a shotgun in your mouth with a skrilla
Fuck around, get your shit rocked off
My bitch my shooter, my hitter, yeah
Peer pressure make me feel less of a real nigga
And that's as real as it get
Iridescent diamonds in my ear done shiny
Broke bitches tryin' to fuck me and dip
Snakes in the grass, fake big ol' ass, from a mile away you smell 'em
I need a time machine so I can go find my younger self and tell him