Nicki Minaj – Miami Lyrics

Miami

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"Miami." - Nicki Minaj

Monday, 19 October 2026, 04:20 am

Album: Queen (Deluxe)

Track No: 17

(I ain't really finna tell y'all how to get away with murder and shit)
Just the other day, I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
**** know my bitches pedi, I ain't talking mani's
Pull up with a lot of baddies, don't forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain't chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties, they come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain't never need a sugar daddy
I'm the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty
I flew in from Trinidad, peep this **** pressin'
I think that he popped a molly 'cause look how he sweatin'
I'ma let my **** rob him as soon as it set in
None of you bum bitches can sit with me and Gretchen
It's the biggest, a bitch ain't cough one time
It's the sickest, I don't ever clique up
But they know who the clique is
Fast little bitches, but of course I'm the quickest
Mortal Kombat, ninja Nicki, who ya pick is?
(Hey yo queen)
(Got the customers out here, man)
(They lovin' this shit, man)
(They lovin' this shit, man)
(Where you at, man?)
(Where you at, man?)
(Aye, we need you here, man)
(I know you in Miami)
Just the other day, I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
**** know my bitches pedi, I ain't talking mani's
Pull up with a lot of baddies, don't forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain't chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties, they come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain't never need a sugar daddy
I'm the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty
You could take all my bitches out to Abu Dhabi
Let one of my besties confiscate your Maserati
You should throw a party on the yacht for everybody
If we fuck your shit up, OMG, I'm very sorry
You could call me Barbie 'cause I look just like a dolly
Yes, I bury them when they come for me, call me Halle
Since I finished her, my **** call me "The Finale"
I'm a busy bitch, I'm filthy rich, no time to polly
Aye yo, swerve to the palace, this the Queen's like it's Hollis
Put fifteen million dollars on it, ask LL, I'm doin' it
Don't get cute and ruin it, all my skill, I hone it
I pity opponents, it look easy, don't it?
(It look easy, don't it? It look easy, don't it?)
Just the other day, I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
**** know my bitches pedi, I ain't talking mani's
Pull up with a lot of baddies, don't forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain't chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties, they come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain't never need a sugar daddy
I'm the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty
(Yo Nick', what's good?)
(It's your boy Patty Duke)
(Man, you already know we got shit movin' out here, man)
(That these bitches ain't fuckin' with you)
(They ain't fuckin' with the team at all, man)
('Cause **** know that bag heavy, boy)
(That bag heavy)
(**** get fuckin' dropped around here)
(Queens get the money, man)
(Never fakin' it, always makin' it, you heard?)
(Iconic shit, man)

Writer(s): Onika Maraj, Shane Lindstrom, Rasool diaz & Douglas Patterson.

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