Background female vocals looping: “Nasty freaky tunes, to get wild with you… n-n-n-bath freaky tunes, cause I want all of you-you-you…” ⸻ [Verse 1 – 16 bars | Smooth laid-back Touch flow] Palm trees lean like the girls in the breeze, Convertible dreams, body curves and degrees. Welcome to the heat where the sun don’t quit, And the booties move different when they drip in the fit. Champagne stain on the Cuban tile, Her eyes like lust with a Florida smile. We don’t do small talk, we talk with our hips, Say less—she said that before we kissed. Ocean views, with the moon peekin’ slow, Got a hand on my chain and a foot on the go. She said, “You ain’t from here?” I said, “Just enough.” She said, “You feel like home,” and I lit the blunt. The air thick with secrets, ass and ambition, Midnight missions with liquor transitions. This ain’t L.A.—this the East Coast flame, Where the water’s warm and the women untamed. ⸻ [Chorus – DJ echo looping with bounce] Women, shrooms, and fast cars Women, shrooms, and fast cars Bitch we got girls on girls on girls on girls on me Girls on girls on girls on girls on me Girls, girls, girls, girls in Miami… In Miami… [Verse 2 – 16 bars | Mid-vibe groove continues] She got lips like heat and a waist that glide, Talkin’ crazy on the beach with her feet in the tide. Said her ex was a scammer and her new man’s soft, I said, “You need that Touch,” and her panties came off. We hit Biscayne, flyin’ like GTA, With a joint in her lips and the seat all gray. She don’t cook, she model—don’t text, she vibe, Don’t ask, just ride—don’t cry, just slide. Miami girls got rhythm in their walk, And the sweat on they back smell better than talk. From Coral Gables to Wynwood walls, Even the waitress thick with designer drawers. So don’t play if you ain’t got drive, Cause the city gon’ test if you dead or alive. It’s sin, it’s speed, it’s curves and chance— It’s Miami, bitch. Learn how to dance. ⸻ [Chorus – Repeat with bounce + echo] Women, shrooms, and fast cars Women, shrooms, and fast cars Bitch we got girls on girls on girls on girls on me Girls on girls on girls on girls on me Girls, girls, girls, girls in Miami… In Miami… ⸻ [Bridge – soft beat fade, vocal loop swelling] “Nasty freaky tunes, to get wild with you…” “n-n-n-bath freaky tunes, cause I want all of you-you-you…” Shrooms kick in, moonlight flicker Heartbeat clickin’, whip go quicker Touch in the city with the world on tilt— She bit her lip and said, “Say it with guilt.” Now breathe… and watch the pressure cook. ⸻ [Verse 3 – 28-bar Kendrick-style fast rap / flow switch-up] Miami heat, I maneuver like a phantom in the breeze, Catchin’ women like the keys, every breath feel like tease. Got a rider with a blunt, got a vibe that don’t miss, Got a line for the divine with a tongue full of bliss. She like, “Boy, where you from?” I said, “Mind of a beast,” “I was born in a storm, now I feast where it’s feast.” She got heels like daggers and eyes like spells, So I dove in her world like I broke outta hell. Engine roar like a demon in a Lambo dream, And my thoughts race faster than a livewire stream. No brakes when I rap, no chill when I flirt, She call me heaven sent and devil in a shirt. These bars got legs, these whips got wings, These women got tattoos that sing when they swing. I been touchin’ the touch that ain’t meant for the rest, Now the freaks wanna talk while they undress stress. Got a tattoo that says “Don’t trust the calm,” But I’m blowin’ her mind while she hold my arm. We ain’t sleepin’, we ain’t prayin’, we just sin with style— Fast talk, fast ride, gone wild for miles. Touch ain’t playin’, this a world I built, From the fumes of the heat to the gold in guilt. I’m the prince of the pressure, the king of the flex, With a voice that drip like a Rolex neck. HO!!! ⸻ [Final Chorus – With vocal echo louder + harmonized] Women, shrooms, and fast cars Women, shrooms, and fast cars Bitch we got girls on girls on girls on girls on me Girls on girls on girls on girls on me Girls, girls, girls, girls in Miami… In Miami… ⸻ [Outro – Vocal sample returns, looped slow & sexy] “Nasty freaky tunes, to get wild with you…” “n-n-n-bath freaky tunes, cause I want all of you-you-you…” Hot… fuckin’… Touch. Miami baby baby baby baby baby baby… (vocal fades into waves crashing)
