[Intro]
Dm C G F
[Strophe]
      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-Refrain]
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-
[Refrain]
Dm    C     G 
Yayo, yayo, yayo 
F 
And all the dope fiends 
Dm    C     G      F 
Yayo, yayo, yayo
[Strophe]
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-Refrain]
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-
[Refrain]
Dm    C     G 
Yayo, yayo, yayo 
F 
And all the dope fiends 
Dm    C     G      F 
Yayo, yayo, yayo
[Pont]
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-Refrain]
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-
[Refrain]
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