[Verse 1] White lines, pretty baby, tattoos Don't know what they mean They're special, just for you White palms, baking powder on the stove Cooking up a dream, turning diamonds into snow I feel you, pretty baby, feel me Turn it up hot, loving you is free I like it down, like it down way low But you already know that You already know [Pre-Chorus] Come on down to Florida I got something for ya We could see the kilos or the keys, baby, oh ya Guns in the summertime Chic-a-Cherry Cola lime Prison do