Dm C G F


[Verse]
      Dm                     C
White lines, pretty baby, tattoos
                     G                               F
Don't know what they mean, they're special, just for you
      Dm                          C
White palms, baking powder on the stove
              G                           F
Cooking up a dream, turning diamonds into snow
        Dm                    C
I feel you, pretty baby, feel me
           G                  F
Turn it up hot, loving you is free
           Dm                    C
I like it down, like it down way low
                G                      F
But you already know that, you already know


[Pre-Chorus]
Dm                       C
Come on down to Florida, I got something for ya
G                             F
We could see the kilos or the Keys, baby, oh ya
Dm                      C
Guns in the summertime, Drink a Cherry Cola lime
G                       F
Prison isn't nothing to me if you'll be by my s-


[Chorus]
Dm    C     G
Yayo, yayo, yayo
F
And all the dope fiends
Dm    C     G      F
Yayo, yayo, yayo


[Verse 2]
Dm                       C
Zoomin' my miles in gold hoops
                     G                               F
You like your little baby like you like your drinks, cool
       Dm                     C
White lines, pretty daddy, go ski it
                     G                               F
You snort it like a champ, like the winter we're not in


[Pre-Chorus]
Dm                       C
Come on down to Florida, I got something for ya
G                             F
We could see the kilos or the Keys, baby, oh ya
Dm                      C
Guns in the summertime, Drink a Cherry Cola lime
G                       F
Prison isn't nothing to me if you'll be by my s-


[Chorus]
Dm    C     G
Yayo, yayo, yayo
F
And all the dope fiends
Dm    C     G      F
Yayo, yayo, yayo


[Bridge]
Dm           F            G
We could get high in Miami,
E                   Dm
dance the night away
             F           G
People never die in Miami,
                         Dm
that's what they all say yay
E
(You believe me, don't you baby?)


[Pre-Chorus - Variation]
Dm                       C
Come on down to Florida, I got something for ya
G                             F
We could see the kilos or the Keys, baby, oh ya
Dm                      C
Guns in the summertime, Drink a Cherry Cola lime
G                       F
Prison don't mean nothing to me if you'll be by my s-


[Chorus - Variation]
Dm    C     G
Yayo, yayo, yayo
F
All the Floridians like
Dm    C     G
Yayo, yayo, yayo
F
All the Colombians like
Dm    C     G
Yayo, yayo, yayo
F
And all my girlfriends
Dm    C     G
Yayo, yayo, yayo


[Outro]
F                         Dm
That's how we do it, like
   C                G
Mm-mm, pretty baby
      F                  Dm
White lines, pretty baby
      C                  G
Gold teeth, pretty baby
F
Dance the night away