Rick Ross, French Montana & Max B – Minks In Miami Lyrics

Minks In Miami

Rick Ross, French Montana & Max B

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"Minks In Miami." - Rick Ross, French Montana & Max B

Wednesday, 16 September 2026, 02:21 am

Album: Set In Stone

Track No: 03

M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music
Damn, James
It's one of those moments, let's go (Montana, Boss Don), huh

Uh, minks in Miami, shawty know that I'ma winner
Killed my lil' mans, so you know I gotta get him (haan)
Losin' all my homies got me living with regrets
Blood, sweat, and tears help me get up outta ghet (baow-baow-baow)

Look into the eyes of a motherfuckin' boss
Struggle growin' up, I refuse to take a loss
Gettin' to the money, and I hope it lasts forever
Lonely at the top, but life couldn't be better

Jet to New Orleans, mansion in the French Quarter
All my jewels on me like the legend, Rich Porter
Pretty boy swag with a Rick Ross aura
Had to call her back 'cause she squirt that water

Yeah, all my niggas is rich from hard work
Made it out the gutter from hard work (hard work)
Million in jewelry, my nigga, my charms burst
Bomb work, you lost to the don first (yeah)
I just wanna elevate (elevate, baby)
Pop bottles of Belaire, and let's go celebrate (uh), yeah

God is the greatest, baby, all praise due
On a sunny day I'm in a dark gray coupe
Gambles paid off, I just wanna roll dice
Snowin' that white, we was up four nights

Still a dope boy 'til the wheels fall off
Check a bad bitch, then I fuck her raw, dawg
Change y'all fits three times everyday
DoorDash food, new pussy on the way

Bankroll fat, best seats at the game
Get ya face cut when you speak a nigga name
City all mine, big props to the game
Money on time, made him count it 'fore I came

Yeah, all my niggas is rich from hard work (haan)
Made it out the gutter from hard work (haan)
Million in jewelry, my nigga, my charms burst (haan)
Bomb work, you lost to the don first (whoo)
I just wanna elevate (elevate, baby)
Pop bottles of Belaire, and let's go celebrate

Ay, coke wave got New York City back breathin'
Go tell my sons I'ma claim 'em, it's tax season (whoo)
We did a lot wrong things for the right reasons
Shawty took her clothes off before I put the house keys in

Hatin' from the start? I ain't forget about that
It's lonely at the top, but that's where the penthouse at (ah)
I might just hit Dubai and forget about rap
But my boys out the box, time to take the town back, haan

Plus the mansion on the beach about 30 mill', haan
When it comes to the culture we the holy grail, haan
Don 'Tega cop a brick before he cop a Rollie, haan
From Morocco to the Bronx, bitch, one and only, haan

Yeah, all my niggas is rich from hard work
Made it out the gutter from hard work (hard work)
Million in jewelry, my nigga, my charms burst
Bomb work, you lost to the don first (yeah)
I just wanna elevate (elevate, baby)
Pop bottles of Belaire, and let's go celebrate, yeah

Writer(s): damn james!, French Montana, Max B, Rick Ross.

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