Moved to miami chords and lyrics - RODDY RICCH

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
[Em]Huh
Moved to Miami and copped
me a boat (boat)
Hope my fiends don't stop
doin' coke (coke)
Bitch, I'm a champ,
on top of the ropes (ropes)
New Louis V's every time I tote (tote)
Nine millimeter every time I tote
I do all this shit without a stylist
I got money, never went to college
I got all my cars without the mileage

[Verse 2]
I can't [Em]fuck on these [F]ratchet- ass bitches
She 'bout to [Em]fuck the whole hood
I been stackin' these
hundreds inside the safe
So all my niggas know I'm good
Real street [F]nigga,
keep it all in the TEC
Got the shoot[Em]ers on the side
with bazookas in the back
Got a whole Amiri jean collection
And I ain't choosin' shit,
this shit was destiny
Bitch, I cooked the water
without the recipe
And the feds and the cops
ain't got no heart
How they gon' take my lil'
cousin upstate?
He was whippin' to give
all his children a start
Play[D]in' with that [Em]water,
gotta be a shark
Swimmin' with the fishes,
duckin' from the narcs
Thirteen, posted middle of the park

[Verse 3]
If you see an opp, gotta let it spark
[Em]Moved [F]to Miami and copped
me a boat [Em](boat)
Hope my fiends don't stop
doin' coke (coke)
Bitch, I'm a champ,
on top of the ropes (ropes)
New Louis V's every time I tote (tote)
Nine milli[F]meter every time I tote
I do [Em]all this shit without a stylist
I got money, never went to college
I got all my cars without

[Verse 4]
the mileage
[Bm]Three- five or [Em]bet ter whenever I smoke
I see 'em doin' it, but I do the most
I'ma do for the bro 'fore
I do it for a ho
All this money that's comin',
I'll do it for 'em both
They ain't runnin' with me,
nowhere near close
Shit be crazy what they'll
do for a post
[D]You'll go viral, but it won't be no [Em]joke
I got power and I move like a ghost
In a 'Rar[F]i doin' one- sixty,
controllin' it
[Em]Big old Baby piece,
them folks gotta notice me
I'm an artist, to the street,
this shit poetry
Real trapper,
never did nothin' fraudulent
Send them boxes [F]coast to coast
like I'm Roddy [Em]Ric ch
Bro, just focus on yourself,
you can buy the bitch
In Miami for a week, catchin'
vibes and shit
We got baddies on the boat
gettin' hot and shit
G6 make that shit come up out of me
Pink slips to the car if I'm drivin' it
No withdrawals, only deposit it
100K cash stuffed in my pockets
I'ma show these niggas
how they should pop it
Forbes list, I'm tryna get on the top of it
I walk in,
they start switchin' the topic up
I feel any kind of threat and

[Verse 5]
I'm poppin' up
[Em]Moved to Miami and copped
me a boat (boat)
Hope my fiends don't stop
doin' coke (coke)
Bitch, I'm a champ,
on top of the ropes (ropes)
New Louis V's every time I tote (tote)
Nine millimeter every time I tote
I do all this shit without a stylist
I got money, never went to college
I got all my cars without the

[Outro 1]
mileage
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