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I ain't forget about that\nIt's lonely at the top, but that's where the penthouse at (ah)\nI might just hit Dubai and forget about rap\nBut my boys out the box, time to take the town back, haan\n\nPlus the mansion on the beach about 30 mill', haan\nWhen it comes to the culture we the holy grail, haan\nDon 'Tega cop a brick before he cop a Rollie, haan\nFrom Morocco to the Bronx, bitch, one and only, haan\n\nYeah, all my niggas is rich from hard work\nMade it out the gutter from hard work (hard work)\nMillion in jewelry, my nigga, my charms burst\nBomb work, you lost to the don first (yeah)\nI just wanna elevate (elevate, baby)\nPop bottles of Belaire, and let's go celebrate, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.21] M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music\n[00:04.57] Damn, James\n[00:06.20] It's one of those moments, let's go (Montana, Boss Don), huh\n[00:10.30] Uh, minks in Miami, shawty know that I'ma winner\n[00:12.56] Killed my lil' mans, so you know I gotta get him (haan)\n[00:15.68] Losin' all my homies got me living with regrets\n[00:18.78] Blood, sweat, and tears help me get up outta ghet (baow-baow-baow)\n[00:20.52] Look into the eyes of a motherfuckin' boss\n[00:22.72] Struggle growin' up, I refuse to take a loss\n[00:25.57] Gettin' to the money, and I hope it lasts forever\n[00:28.06] Lonely at the top, but life couldn't be better\n[00:30.65] Jet to New Orleans, mansion in the French Quarter\n[00:33.16] All my jewels on me like the legend, Rich Porter\n[00:35.81] Pretty boy swag with a Rick Ross aura\n[00:38.56] Had to call her back 'cause she squirt that water\n[00:41.08] Yeah, all my niggas is rich from hard work\n[00:43.87] Made it out the gutter from hard work (hard work)\n[00:47.25] Million in jewelry, my nigga, my charms burst\n[00:49.43] Bomb work, you lost to the don first (yeah)\n[00:52.24] I just wanna elevate (elevate, baby)\n[00:57.21] Pop bottles of Belaire, and let's go celebrate (uh), yeah\n[01:02.69] God is the greatest, baby, all praise due\n[01:04.95] On a sunny day I'm in a dark gray coupe\n[01:07.50] Gambles paid off, I just wanna roll dice\n[01:09.93] Snowin' that white, we was up four nights\n[01:13.08] Still a dope boy 'til the wheels fall off\n[01:15.01] Check a bad bitch, then I fuck her raw, dawg\n[01:17.76] Change y'all fits three times everyday\n[01:20.16] DoorDash food, new pussy on the way\n[01:22.67] Bankroll fat, best seats at the game\n[01:25.52] Get ya face cut when you speak a nigga name\n[01:28.06] City all mine, big props to the game\n[01:30.63] Money on time, made him count it 'fore I came\n[01:33.92] Yeah, all my niggas is rich from hard work (haan)\n[01:36.35] Made it out the gutter from hard work (haan)\n[01:39.11] Million in jewelry, my nigga, my charms burst (haan)\n[01:41.60] Bomb work, you lost to the don first (whoo)\n[01:44.11] I just wanna elevate (elevate, baby)\n[01:49.53] Pop bottles of Belaire, and let's go celebrate\n[01:54.23] Ay, coke wave got New York City back breathin'\n[01:57.80] Go tell my sons I'ma claim 'em, it's tax season (whoo)\n[02:00.39] We did a lot wrong things for the right reasons\n[02:02.68] Shawty took her clothes off before I put the house keys in\n[02:05.35] Hatin' from the start? I ain't forget about that\n[02:07.41] It's lonely at the top, but that's where the penthouse at (ah)\n[02:10.03] I might just hit Dubai and forget about rap\n[02:12.64] But my boys out the box, time to take the town back, haan\n[02:15.17] Plus the mansion on the beach about 30 mill', haan\n[02:18.39] When it comes to the culture we the holy grail, haan\n[02:21.18] Don 'Tega cop a brick before he cop a Rollie, haan\n[02:23.71] From Morocco to the Bronx, bitch, one and only, haan\n[02:26.30] Yeah, all my niggas is rich from hard work\n[02:28.66] Made it out the gutter from hard work (hard work)\n[02:31.45] Million in jewelry, my nigga, my charms burst\n[02:33.80] Bomb work, you lost to the don first (yeah)\n[02:36.89] I just wanna elevate (elevate, baby)\n[02:41.63] Pop bottles of Belaire, and let's go celebrate, yeah\n[02:46.01] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Minks In Miami\n  artist: Rick Ross\n  album: Minks In Miami\n  duration_ms: 171000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music\n  start_ms: 1210\n  end_ms: 4570\n- text: Damn, James\n  start_ms: 4570\n  end_ms: 6200\n- text: It's one of those moments, let's go (Montana, Boss Don), huh\n  start_ms: 6200\n  end_ms: 10300\n- text: Uh, minks in Miami, shawty know that I'ma winner\n  start_ms: 10300\n  end_ms: 12560\n- text: Killed my lil' mans, so you know I gotta get him (haan)\n  start_ms: 12560\n  end_ms: 15680\n- text: Losin' all my homies got me living with regrets\n  start_ms: 15680\n  end_ms: 18780\n- text: Blood, sweat, and tears help me get up outta ghet (baow-baow-baow)\n  start_ms: 18780\n  end_ms: 20520\n- text: Look into the eyes of a motherfuckin' boss\n  start_ms: 20520\n  end_ms: 22720\n- text: Struggle growin' up, I refuse to take a loss\n  start_ms: 22720\n  end_ms: 25570\n- text: Gettin' to the money, and I hope it lasts forever\n  start_ms: 25570\n  end_ms: 28060\n- text: Lonely at the top, but life couldn't be better\n  start_ms: 28060\n  end_ms: 30650\n- text: Jet to New Orleans, mansion in the French Quarter\n  start_ms: 30650\n  end_ms: 33160\n- text: All my jewels on me like the legend, Rich Porter\n  start_ms: 33160\n  end_ms: 35810\n- text: Pretty boy swag with a Rick Ross aura\n  start_ms: 35810\n  end_ms: 38560\n- text: Had to call her back 'cause she squirt that water\n  start_ms: 38560\n  end_ms: 41080\n- text: Yeah, all my niggas is rich from hard work\n  start_ms: 41080\n  end_ms: 43870\n- text: Made it out the gutter from hard work (hard work)\n  start_ms: 43870\n  end_ms: 47250\n- text: Million in jewelry, my nigga, my charms burst\n  start_ms: 47250\n  end_ms: 49430\n- text: Bomb work, you lost to the don first (yeah)\n  start_ms: 49430\n  end_ms: 52240\n- text: I just wanna elevate (elevate, baby)\n  start_ms: 52240\n  end_ms: 57210\n- text: Pop bottles of Belaire, and let's go celebrate (uh), yeah\n  start_ms: 57210\n  end_ms: 62690\n- text: God is the greatest, baby, all praise due\n  start_ms: 62690\n  end_ms: 64950\n- text: On a sunny day I'm in a dark gray coupe\n  start_ms: 64950\n  end_ms: 67500\n- text: Gambles paid off, I just wanna roll dice\n  start_ms: 67500\n  end_ms: 69930\n- text: Snowin' that white, we was up four nights\n  start_ms: 69930\n  end_ms: 73080\n- text: Still a dope boy 'til the wheels fall off\n  start_ms: 73080\n  end_ms: 75010\n- text: Check a bad bitch, then I fuck her raw, dawg\n  start_ms: 75010\n  end_ms: 77760\n- text: Change y'all fits three times everyday\n  start_ms: 77760\n  end_ms: 80160\n- text: DoorDash food, new pussy on the way\n  start_ms: 80160\n  end_ms: 82670\n- text: Bankroll fat, best seats at the game\n  start_ms: 82670\n  end_ms: 85520\n- text: Get ya face cut when you speak a nigga name\n  start_ms: 85520\n  end_ms: 88060\n- text: City all mine, big props to the game\n  start_ms: 88060\n  end_ms: 90630\n- text: Money on time, made him count it 'fore I came\n  start_ms: 90630\n  end_ms: 93920\n- text: Yeah, all my niggas is rich from hard work (haan)\n  start_ms: 93920\n  end_ms: 96350\n- text: Made it out the gutter from hard work (haan)\n  start_ms: 96350\n  end_ms: 99110\n- text: Million in jewelry, my nigga, my charms burst (haan)\n  start_ms: 99110\n  end_ms: 101600\n- text: Bomb work, you lost to the don first (whoo)\n  start_ms: 101600\n  end_ms: 104110\n- text: I just wanna elevate (elevate, baby)\n  start_ms: 104110\n  end_ms: 109530\n- text: Pop bottles of Belaire, and let's go celebrate\n  start_ms: 109530\n  end_ms: 114230\n- text: Ay, coke wave got New York City back breathin'\n  start_ms: 114230\n  end_ms: 117800\n- text: Go tell my sons I'ma claim 'em, it's tax season (whoo)\n  start_ms: 117800\n  end_ms: 120390\n- text: We did a lot wrong things for the right reasons\n  start_ms: 120390\n  end_ms: 122680\n- text: Shawty took her clothes off before I put the house keys in\n  start_ms: 122680\n  end_ms: 125350\n- text: Hatin' from the start? 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