Dead in Miami Foogiano

[Intro]
Huh?
(Authentic or nothin')
Okay, I'm done
Mmm
(SpiffoMadeIt, bitch)
Ho

[Chorus]
Timing is money (Money)
My money abundant (Abundant)
I'm in Miami riding 'round in the Ghost like I run it (I run it)
Yeah, but you know that I'm strapped (I'm strapped)
Hundred K in my lap, my lap
And I'm on that mud, leaning so hard that I might hurt my back, my back
Black as hell in Off-White
If she bad, I might get her a flight
Me and Rucci do her good for a night
She climb the dick like she was taking a hike
Then rode the dick like she was riding a bike
Knife longer than Jason
I'm in Miami thuggin' with the Haitians
Caught an opp down bad on vacation
Thought he was a gangsta, turned the nigga shakin'

[Verse 1]
Thought he got away, yeah, flew down to Miami
Thought that he was safe, hе was with his family
Yeah, I was on the beach, layin' on thе towels, lookin' real rich
Yeah, worry 'bout shit, go put that pussy nigga dead on that ditch, huh?
First I seen his mama, then I seen his daughter
Then I seen a bitch, she was bad as hell, I told my bitch to call her, huh?
Gotta watch my moves, I can't do it sloppy, no
Gotta kill that nigga bystander, had too many people watchin'
Mmm, but that nigga got dotted, yeah, he was playin' 'bout the bread
I'm the boss man, could've sent my youngin, do this shit myself instead
Mmm, catch him going to the car, I cock a hollow to the head
I see him take it out of park, I'm finna put that boy to bed, this nigga dead