Here we are, strollin' down the streets of Miami
Ayy
Brown top, little skirt
I barely have any time to do my makeup
let's just not even look, I'm gonna put sunglasses on
Okay, mwah
(It's so fucking dark)
That's it, we have to hold hands
We go to Nikki Beach, we might not make it
This is like a candy store (Hehehe)
And then the g-g-girls, yeah
You know what they say, that's why he knows
(Yeah) In Miami, yeah
It's so pretty, I'm obsessed
Malibu Bar—, no, Miami Barbie
Ooh, rainy
Did you get it right?