White lines, pretty baby, tattoos 
Don't know what they mean, they're special, just for you 
White palms, baking powder on the stove 
Cooking up a dream, turning diamonds into snow 

I feel you, pretty baby, feel me 
Turn it up hot, loving you is free 
I like it down, like it down way low 
But you already know that 
You already know 

Come on down to Florida 
I got something for ya 
We could see the kilos on the keys, baby, oh ya 
Gourds in the summertime 
Chic-a-Cherry Cola lime 
Prison isn't nothing to me if you'll be by my s- 
Yayo, yayo, yayo 
And all the dope fiends 
Yayo, yayo, yayo 

Zoom in my miles and gold hoops 
You like your little baby like you like your drinks, cool 
White lines, pretty daddy, go skiing 
You snort it like a champ, like the winner when I'm in it ... 

Yayo, yayo, yayo 
And all the dope fiends 
Yayo, yayo, yayo 

Either get high in Miami or dance the night away 
Even when I die in Miami, that's what they all say 
(You believe me, don't you baby?) 

Yayo, yayo, yayo 
And all the dope fiends 
Yayo, yayo, yayo 

Yayo, yayo, yayo 
And all the Floridians say 
Yayo, yayo, yayo 
All the Columbians say 
Yayo, yayo, yayo 
And all my girlfriends 
Yayo, yayo, yayo 

That's how I do it 
Come on, pretty baby 
White lines, pretty baby 
Gold teeth, pretty baby 
Dance the night away