[Intro] Dm  C  G  F

[Primeira Parte]

      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

[Pré-Refrão]

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-

[Refrão]

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

[Segunda Parte]

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

[Pré-Refrão]

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-

[Refrão]

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

[Ponte]

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]

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]

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

[Final]

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