[Interlude]
Here we are, strollin' down the streets of Miami
Hey
Brown top, little skirt
I barely had any time to do my makeup, let's just not even look, I'm gonna put sunglasses on
Okay, mwah
(It's so fuckin' 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
Here in Miami, yeah
You're so pretty, I'm obsessed
Malibu Bar—, no, Miami Barbie
Ooh, rainy, did you get it right?
