[Intro]
Ayy, okay
Ayy, okay
Yeah, okay
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, okay
Yeah, okay

[Verse 1]
She got a name that I can't pronounce
I'm Miami Hotboy, make that [?] bounce
How I treat my n***as is a different system
How I treat my bitches, they some hand-me-downs
Rollin' crazy on that 9-I-5
I got my n***as with me, we was born to die
I tell her pass the pot or pass the bottle back
I gotta hit the sack and now fuck, I'm high
I'm a dirty bastard, smoke grey
Livin' that day-by-day, it's okay
Bitch, I been up all night, I got that ass in sight
And I'm about to dig in that grave
Bitch, you look good tonight, let me tell you somethin'
Are they fuckin' me? Yeah, it ain't for nothing
I'm Miami Hotboy, girl you know it's me
So take those panties off, I got a date at three
I'm a poster child for all these fuck n***as
I ride around my city like the fuck, n***a?
Where the party at? Where the Bacardi at?
She take a sip that, shit, now she fuckin' n***as
I'm a little well known how I beat the beaker
It's a science, n***a, you gotta meet the teacher
Chemistry or not, I got my dick inside her
Look at that ass, thank you Jesus
[Interlude]
God damn, that's a fat fuckin' ass, mane
Ayy, straight the fuck up, y—you ever done porn before?
I'm—I'm sorry
Alright, alright, alright, I was just— I'm sorry
Alright, we cool? (Ayy, ayy)
We cool? (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2]
Bounce on my dick, lemme see you hit a split
I go fuck around and throw your ass a 20-dollar-tip
Look at me, do I look like the type that has some kids?
Open up that fuckin' mouth
I'ma show you how I finish, bing
Back in the party, I'm gettin' too turnt
Smokin' a blunt of that indica Earth
Brandon look at me like, "N***a, you good?"
I just fell on the bitch but I vomited first
Start the car n***a, we gotta disperse
In the purse of that bitch I fucked, pounded that Perc
Hold my card, n***a, we 'bouta be rich
It's Miami Hotboy sayin' here, Merry Christmas
So we went back to smokin', tokin', rollin'
Miami Hotboy, man, I am the chosen one
The son of myself, I created the god
So I look like a man but, yeah, I am the boss
Take it back to the days rappin' for nothin'
The fun of it, really, killin' all discussion
But now I'm the king and I feel like the ruler
So when you see me you gon' think that I'm cooler
Walk up to yo' bitch and ask if she knew him (No babe!)
Yes, you do, don't act stupid
"Look, Fukkit that n***a, you know it, I know it"
"So stop actin' petty, you jerked him or blew him?"
That's how it is, then I promise you, n***a
Gimme two more years, doubt me? I'll prove it
Hush it, I rep it up, talkin' or groovin' to duke it, my n***a
Miami, we movin'
[Interlude]
Dope, ayy, ayy, ayy (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
Right now, man, I'm Miami Hotboy (Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, hah)
I'm Miami Hotboy (Ayy, okay, ayy, okay)
I'm Miami Hotboy (Ayy, okay, ayy, okay)
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, bing, bing, bing, bing, okay)
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay

[Chorus]
It's Miami Hotboy (Okay)
Miami Hotboy (Okay, okay, okay)
Miami Hotboy (Okay, okay, okay, okay)
Miami Hotboy (Okay, okay, okay)
It's Miami Hotboy (Okay, okay, okay, yeah)
Miami Hotboy (Okay, okay, okay, ayy)
Miami Hotboy (Okay, okay, okay, ayy)
Miami Hotboy (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
It's Miami Hotboy (O-o-o-o-okay, okay)

[Outro]
N***a, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yo
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, man
Yeah