White lines, pretty baby, tattoos

Don't know what they mean

They're special, just for you

White palms, baking powder on the stove

Cookin' up a dream,

Turnin' diamonds into snow

I feel you, pretty baby, feel me

Turn it up hot, lovin' you is free

I like it down, like it down way low

But you already know that, you already know

Come on down to Florida

I got somethin' for ya

We could see the kilos

On the keys, baby, oh yeah

Guns in the summertime

Chic-a-Cherry Cola lime

Prison isn't nothin' to me

If you'll be by my side

Yayo, yayo, yayo

And all the **** fiends

Yayo, yayo, yayo

Sun in my mouth and gold hoops

You like your little baby

Like you like your drinks cool

White lines, pretty daddy gold skin

You snort it like a champ,

Like the winter we're not in

Come on down to Florida

I got somethin' for ya

We could see the kilos

On the keys, baby, oh yeah

Guns in the summertime

Drink a Cherry Cola lime

Prison isn't nothing to me

If you'll be by my side

Yayo, yayo, yayo

And all the **** fiends

Yayo, yayo, yayo

We could get high in Miami, ohh

Dance the night away

People never die in Miami, ohh

That's what they all say,

(You believe me, don't you baby?)

Come on down to Florida

I got somethin' for ya

We could see the kilos

On the keys, baby, oh yeah

Guns in the summertime

Drink a Cherry Cola lime

Prison don't mean nothing to me

If you'll be by my

Yayo, yayo, yayo

All the Floridians say

Yayo, yayo, yayo

All the Colombians say

Yayo, yayo, yayo

And all my girlfriends

Yayo, yayo, yayo

That's how we do it like

Mm, pretty baby

White lines, pretty baby

Gold teeth, pretty baby,yeah

Dance the night away