Mr. Jones (feat. Future)

Artist: Pop Smoke Album: Faith Category: Hip Hop
Oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh
Said we in Miami (Oh, ooh, oh, oh)
We just left Mr. Jones (Oh-oh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
With a hundred bitches that's down, ready to fuck
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Look

Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred bitches that's down, ready to fuck

Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred bitches that's down, ready to fuck
She said we wanna be a bartender, I'm like ya ass ain't fat enough
Before you get that, better go get a tummy tuck
She like, "Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?"
I ain't givin' you shit unless you suckin' all of us
She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some pussy
The lil' nigga fucked around and got sprung

She came out the room like, "Papi, my ass hurt", she just put up with mad work
Ain't worried about the wrong thing, that's backwards, it's 'bout the cash first
When you down, we roll up that sour, break it down in a bag, girl
If I say that you mine, that mean that you ours, you can't fuck me first, that's backwards

Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred bitches that's down, ready to fuck
She said we wanna be a bartender, I'm like ya ass ain't fat enough
Before you get that, better go get a tummy tuck
She like, "Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?"
I ain't givin' you shit unless you suckin' all of us
She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some pussy
The lil' nigga fucked around and got sprung

We in Skyami, goin' all the way up
Gotta hundred bitches in the shit, they ready to go fuck
Bitch came with no panties on, bent over my coupe
Take a visit to the jeweler, drop a big bag on a bitch drip, yeah
Top of the penthouse a personal shopper bringin' fine threads, can't find in the store
My bitch gon' step on a bitch's Dior
Smokin' out the pound, drink out the bottle
Mermaid, pussy taste like some water
Jimmy Choo shoe, Manolo Blahnik
Coppin' new jewels just for the fun
Not the number two, shorty rewind
Wrapped in plastic, then she found every one
Gotta smash every girl that I call
Makin' all the drip, got me on the move
I be takin' shit down like a tycoon
Outta solitary, straight on Patron
Change the temperature when I walk in the room
Take the baddest bitches out Mr. Jones
Take the baddest bitches out Mr. Jones
Take the baddest bitches out Mr. Jones

Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred bitches that's down, ready to fuck
She said we wanna be a bartender, I'm like ya ass ain't fat enough
Before you get that, better go get a tummy tuck

Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred bitches that's down, ready to fuck
She said we wanna be a bartender, I'm like ya ass ain't fat enough
Before you get that, better go get a tummy tuck
She like, "Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?"
I ain't givin' you shit unless you suckin' all of us
She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some pussy
The lil' nigga fucked around and got sprung
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