Last night, all of Miami went hard as fuck.
But only Grand Central was goin' Hard Miami, shakin' our rumps till early morning. And the beat freaks at this bass-filled, trap-moombah-dub night didn't give a damn if the floor was dirty, they were gonna make their asses touch the ground.
We loved cake, we ran the trap, and all the hoes had something vibrating in their coochie. But we did have to work our way up to it.