They say rap music is subliminal   But the music for us is like our own diary   Something like a confession   They tell me life is a bitch      She's something like the seasons   Just like mother nature   She come and go as she please   That's why they get their period once a month      I say that to say this, if you think that bitch   Summer is yours, she could be cheating on you   Ya heard?      Uh, just got me feeling like opium   I'm tryna dance with the loaded M   Open up a bottle and it goes around   I'm leaving drunk by 4 a.m.      And watch me jump in the golden Benz   Top down with the pokey rims   Now I'm swerving, so you know I'm bent   I lost count, who knows what I spent      I recall nine cleavage   Bitches stepping on my nice sneakers   One hand in the sky, the other hand was on her thigh   I was grinding to the beat with my hammer on my side      Now G's only as we speed to the Rolex   And three or four G's is what we sneeze at the Rolex   Play some out your part, it's about 6 a.m.   You think the night is over but it just began      They say clubs pacing like Bad Boys 2   You can see the snow bunnies do what bad girls do   And that's ecstasy, weed that had girl too   Scoop the bitch that had key's to some fast old blue      Now, I'm speeding to the telly, I got the Porsche behind   Trying to get in her belly the only thought on my mind   Like damn, I'm not trying to be pushy or nothing but   Since the strip joint girl, I should have been fucking      I shoulda lil' mama, listen   Spending my summers with the top dropped low   Throwing my hundreds at the top notch hoes   When we smoking on the top notch dro   Dro, dro, that's the summer wit Miami      Bottle in the air, I'm living without a care   Shorty beside me, wind blowing through her hair   Oh, no, no, that's the summer wit Miami      I can't keep it 'lone anymore   I'll be with my girl, when it starts to snow, I get bored   And when you love three women   It's hard keeping up with lies      See, spring's my first love, I started creeping with July   Used to say I had some shows   Catching planes to M I   Then I started tricking dough, I brought the range for July      Mama said, I'm love sick over this hot ass hoochie   I seen her when I told Nas I slapped her with coffy   We don't play disrespect but that was the day that we met   Summer jam O 2, I hit the stage with my set      But her man, he was from Brooklyn   She still slipped me the number   She said, he's on vacation, so, get with me this summer   Then I been flirting wit her for about the past two years      So now, she hates seeing me in the winter   Ain't gonna last through the year   So now, I'm looking at winter like life's an adventure   And when June come, I'll be gone till September      Now, would you hate me for that?   I know your heart's cold, could you wait till I'm back?   I'm just a sucker for love   But a nigga hold you down if you wanna fuck with a thug      Spending my summers with the top dropped low   Throwing my hundreds at the top notch hoes   When we smoking on the top notch dro   Dro, dro, that's the summer wit Miami      Bottle in the air, I'm living without a care   Shorty beside me, wind blowing through her hair   Oh, no, no, that's the summer wit Miami      Spending my summers with the top dropped low   Throwing my hundreds at the top notch hoes   When we smoking on the top notch dro   Dro, dro, that's the summer wit Miami      Bottle in the air, I'm living without a care   Shorty beside me, wind blowing through her hair