[Chorus: Miami the Most]
Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'
I knock a bitch with this pimpin' appealin'
Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'
I need money to touch the ceiling
Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'
I knock a bitch with this pimpin' appealin'
Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'
I need money to touch the ceiling

[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
Short cutthroat cuddie, cold as snow cones
Es Telemundo - what's up, holmes?
Mac Drevious, Northern Califas
Two hundred diamonds shinin' in my teefas
Backwoods leafas, only
I say "cuddie," you say "homie"
Bitches all on me, I don't sweat it
Tryna get wetted, any other shit, dead it
Believe me if I said it, it's the real deal
Like Evander Holy-muh'fuckin'-field
No pill, hand her half
These shrooms got you, make me laugh
I'm a rock star trapped in a rapper's body
That's why I always turn out the party
Cutthroat, down for the murder and killage
Right now, soak up this verbal spillage
[Chorus: Miami the Most]
Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'
I knock a bitch with this pimpin' appealin'
Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'
I need money to touch the ceiling
Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'
I knock a bitch with this pimpin' appealin'
Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'
I need money to touch the ceiling

[Verse 2: Jay Tee]
Pull up on the scene, let me out
'Cause I'ma bump a bitch, ain't no doubt
I spit that shit that they love to hear
That's why I catch chlamydia twice a year
My game run deep, just ask my daddy
How you think I know about that four-door Caddy?
Trues and Vogues, and hella beat
Full-blooded gangstas with hella heat
Big old choppas and throwaways
Why need a job, I keep a ho at bay
Hook me up, foot the bill
And every night, put the scrill
In the bank, up under my mattress
Another hundred thou', watch how I scat this
And burn rubber, no time for kissin'
Turn down the beat, y'all need to listen
[Chorus: Miami the Most]
Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'
I knock a bitch with this pimpin' appealin'
Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'
I need money to touch the ceiling
Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'
I knock a bitch with this pimpin' appealin'
Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'
I need money to touch the ceiling

[Verse 3: Little Bruce]
Facin' trigger locks on my hoes on the block
Used to keep a Glock and a pocket full of rock
Gotta have a knot and a whip that's hot
Can't be shot, no hustle, no spot
How can I be lost and clueless?
No hoes, no weed, broke and jewel-less?
You sound so foolish, so old school-ish
When bubblegums and certs jackets was the coolest
I went from BMX to full-dressed hogs
It's bitches in the back and they fuckin' like dogs
It's the American dream, scream if it's your nightmare
It's ugly but it's fair, so I gotta stack my money all the way up to there
All the way up to there, all the way up to there, all the way up to there

[Interlude: Miami the Most]
I'll tell you the truth
I'm LaGhetto LaMossie, and I'm the cognac killer
And it don't get no better than this
[Chorus: Miami the Most]
Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'
I knock a bitch with this pimpin' appealin'
Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'
I need money to touch the ceiling
Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'
I knock a bitch with this pimpin' appealin'
Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'
I need money to touch the ceiling