Morgan Wallen - Miami (feat. Lil Wayne and Rick Ross) (Official Audio)

Listen to Miami (feat. Lil Wayne and Rick Ross) here: https://morganwallen.lnk.to/miamiremix Stay connected for exclusive updates: ▸Mailing List & Text Sign Up: https://MorganWallen.lnk.to/info ▸Website: https://morganwallen.com/ ▸ Shop Merch: https://morganwallen.lnk.to/shop Follow Morgan: ▸Instagram: https://instagram.com/morganwallen/ ▸Twitter: https://twitter.com/morganwallen/ ▸TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@morganwallen ▸Facebook: https://facebook.com/morgancwallen Lyrics: (Miami) And it ain’t nothin’ like where I’m from, nah Yeah I can’t keep my gun in my truck in (Miami) They don’t know my name at these bars And you can’t even see any stars In (Miami) You got me MIA for a couple days now But it don’t hit the same as my Tennessee town (Miami) Except for gettin’ sand in my boots Ask yourself what the hell is a redneck gon’ do In (Miami) (Miami) Yeah yeah moola Now it get cold in New Orleans but temporary And she know that I’m colder than Refrigerator Perry And she don’t wanna go to New Orleans it’s Armageddon So we go to South Beach She say it’s perfect for our wedding Now I start sweatin’ in a Cherokee Without the doors Don’t get no sand in my Jeep Or my decor She look at me like nigga please So I pleased the bitch We up in LIV on Sunday I’m like Jesus bitch Party in the 305 We so high If we go live You might see your bride Can’t believe your eyes We eat at Prime and I eat so much shrimp I got iodine poisonin’ I can’t even swim but I could throw a yacht party We real lit in Miami I’m like Will Smith in Miami I’m like Uncle Luke Trick Daddy Me and Trina almost got married Shit Got a barn door on Collins Can’t see stars just Star Island I got a target on my wallet But like Morgan boy I’m Wallen in Miami (Miami) It ain’t nothin’ like where I’m from (nothin’ like where I’m from), nah Yeah I can’t keep my gun in my truck in (I still keep my gun) (Miami) They don’t know my name at these bars (they don’t know my name) You can’t