“Minks In Miami” is a promotional single from American rapper and music executive Rick Ross‘ twelfth studio album, Set In Stone. ^{[1] [2] [3]}

It features Moroccan and American rapper French Montana, and American rapper, singer Max B. ^{[5] [6] [7] [8]}

The Official Music Video premiered Friday, March 20^th, 2026^[1], via Rick Ross’ official YouTube channel.^[3]

The track produced by: damn james!.^[4]

The song written by: French Montana, Rick Ross, & Max B.^[4]

Song: #MinksInMiami

Artist: #RickRoss #FrenchMontana #MaxB

Album: #SetInStone

 ^Explicit

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“Minks In Miami” Lyrics ^[4]
Song by Rick Ross, French Montana, Max B:

Intro: Rick Ross & French Montana
Maybach Music
D*** James
It’s one of those moments, let’s go (Montana, Boss Don), huh

Verse 1: Rick Ross & French Montana
Uh, minks in Miami, shawty know that I’ma winner
Killed my little mans so you know I gotta get him (Haan)
Losing all my homies got me living with regrets
Blood, sweat, and tears help me get up outta ghet (Bow-bow-bow)
Look into the eyes of a m***********’ boss
Struggle growing up, I refuse to take a loss
Getting to the money and I hope it lasts forever
Lonely at the top but life couldn’t be better
Jet to New Orleans, mansion in the French Quarter
All my jewels on me like the legend, Rich Porter
Pretty boy swag with a Rick Ross aura
Had to call her back ’cause she squirt that water

Chorus: Max B & Rick Ross
Yeah, all my n***** is rich from hard work
Made it out the gutter from hard work
Million in jewelry, my n****, my charms burst
Bomb work, you lost to the don first
I just wanna elevate (Just wanna elevate, baby)
Pop bottles of Belaire and let’s go celebrate (Uh), yeah

Verse 2: Rick Ross
God is the greatest, baby, all praise due
On a sunny day I’m in a dark gray coupe
Gambles paid off, I just wanna roll dice
Snowing that white, we was up four nights
Still a dope boy till the wheels fall off
Check a bad b**** then I f*** her raw dog
Change y’all fits three times everyday
DoorDash food, new p**** on the way
Bankroll fat, best seats at the game
Get ya face cut when you speak a n**** name
City all mine, big props to the game
Money on time, made him count it ‘fore I came

Chorus: Max B & French Montana
Yeah, all my n***** is rich from hard work (Haan)
Made it out the gutter from hard work (Haan)
Million in jewelry, my n****, my charms burst (Haan)
Bomb work, you lost to the don first (Woo)
I just wanna elevate (Just wanna elevate, baby)
Pop bottles of Belaire and let’s go celebrate

Verse 3: French Montana
Aye, coke wave got New York City back breathing
Go tell my sons I’ma claim ’em, it’s tax season (Woo)
We did a lot wrong things for the right reasons
Shawty took her clothes off before I put the house keys in
Hating from the start? I ain’t forget about that
It’s lonely at the top but that’s where the penthouse at (Ahh)
I might just hit Dubai and forget about rap
But my boys out the box, time to take the town back
Plus the mansion on the beach about 30 mill (Haan)
When it comes to the culture we the holy grail (Haan)
Don ‘Tega cop a brick before he cop a rollie (Haan)
From Morocco to the Bronx, b****, one and only (Haan)

Chorus: Max B
Yeah, all my n***** is rich from hard work
Made it out the gutter from hard work (Hard work)
Million in jewelry, my n****, my charms burst
Bomb work, you lost to the don first (Yeah)
I just wanna elevate (Just wanna elevate, baby)
Pop bottles of Belaire and let’s go celebrate

Writer(s): French Montana, Rick Ross, & Max B
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