Caviar Bumps Lyrics By Rick Ross
You lookin’ at a big key holder
Six Rolls-Royces, few Range Rovers
Shake ’em like a mortgage
Insurance on the watches, never know who watchin’
Pray you never let the devil squat into the moshpit
Sandals or moccasin or Birkins of crocodile
Homies’ll turn a snake, prefer that you knock ’em down
Miami’s my motivation, prayin’ you niggas make it
Put your feet in my shoes, strangle me with my laces
Dodgin’ the devil daily, pistol never on safety
Money comin’ too slow, I’m never good with the patience
Villa way out in Europe, gotta keep makin’ payments
Really know I’m the biggest and know that God is the greatest
Sippin’ until I’m faded, the Miami mansion gated
Buy me twenty more Chevys just to go get ’em painted
I make a pretty bitch famous, take her shoppin’ in Vegas
My finger still on the trigger, I’m swingin’ it like the majors
Miami’s Martin Scorsese
It’s so exquisite, it’s so luxurious
It’s so expensive
I know you can see the pink flamingos once you hear my voice
The ocean’s waves splash against the bow on the yachts
It’s not a yacht unless it’s more than a hundred and ten feet
Fellas, welcome to Miami
