From the bottom of the map (Miami)
To the land down under (Australia)
You feel my draft, see my vision, and hear my hunger
As my money gets older, their's get younger
They sell their soul, but the devil knows
I have no number
I'm global, baby
HEY!
Official baby
HEY!
Go, go, baby
HEY!
Oh, oh, baby!
HEY!
No, no, baby!
HEY!
Yeah, yeah, baby!
HEY!
Now jiggle it, baby
Let me tickle it, baby
I know I'm lost
It's gonna be hard to save me
I'm sorry that's how Dade county raised me
Ya heard me right
We run the night
Now fuckin' pay me