Mr. Jones (feat. Future)
Oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh
Said we in Miami (oh-ooh, oh-ooh)
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)
Yeah
Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred bitches that's down, ready to fuck
She said she wanna be a bartender, I'm like, "Your ass ain't fat enough"
Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck
She like, "Papi, can you give me 55-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, yeah
You worried 'bout the wrong thing
That's bad work, it's 'bout the cash first
When you down, we run up that shower
Break it down in the back, girl
If I say that you mine, that mean that you ours
You can't put 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 she wanna be a bartender, I'm like, "Your ass ain't fat enough"
Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck
She like, "Papi, can you give me 55-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, nigga, got sprung
We in Sky-ami (we in Sky-ami)
We all the way up (all the way up)
Got a hunnid bitches in the VIP, better go fuck (better go fuck)
Bitch came with no panties on, got dope in my coat
Take Aventi 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 in Dior
Smokin' out a pound, drink out the bottle
Mermaid, pussy taste like some water
Jimmy Choos shoes, Manolo Blahnik
Copped the new jewels just for the fun of it
Got the number two, shorty rewind
Wrapped in plastic, now she fired up her own
Gotta smash every day like a goon
Million dollar drip got me on the moon
I be takin' shit down like a tycoon
Outta solitary straight on patron
Sagittarius when I walk in a room
Take the baddest bitches out, Mr. Jones
Take the baddest bitches out, Mr. Jones
Take the baddest bitches out, Mr. Jones
(I'm outta here, hahaha)
Said we in Miami (we in Miami)
We just left Mr. Jones (just left Mr. Jones)
With a hundred bitches that's down, ready to fuck (ready to fuck)
She said she wanna be a bartender, I'm like, "Your ass ain't fat enough"
Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck (oh yeah)
Said we in Miami (we in Miami)
We just left Mr. Jones (just left Mr. Jones)
With a hundred bitches that's down, ready to fuck (ready to fuck)
She said she wanna be a bartender, I'm like, "Your ass ain't fat enough" (fat enough)
Before you get that, you 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, nigga, got sprung
Oh-oh, oh
Said we in Miami (oh-ooh, oh-ooh)
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)
Yeah
Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred bitches that's down, ready to fuck
She said she wanna be a bartender, I'm like, "Your ass ain't fat enough"
Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck
She like, "Papi, can you give me 55-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, yeah
You worried 'bout the wrong thing
That's bad work, it's 'bout the cash first
When you down, we run up that shower
Break it down in the back, girl
If I say that you mine, that mean that you ours
You can't put 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 she wanna be a bartender, I'm like, "Your ass ain't fat enough"
Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck
She like, "Papi, can you give me 55-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, nigga, got sprung
We in Sky-ami (we in Sky-ami)
We all the way up (all the way up)
Got a hunnid bitches in the VIP, better go fuck (better go fuck)
Bitch came with no panties on, got dope in my coat
Take Aventi 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 in Dior
Smokin' out a pound, drink out the bottle
Mermaid, pussy taste like some water
Jimmy Choos shoes, Manolo Blahnik
Copped the new jewels just for the fun of it
Got the number two, shorty rewind
Wrapped in plastic, now she fired up her own
Gotta smash every day like a goon
Million dollar drip got me on the moon
I be takin' shit down like a tycoon
Outta solitary straight on patron
Sagittarius when I walk in a room
Take the baddest bitches out, Mr. Jones
Take the baddest bitches out, Mr. Jones
Take the baddest bitches out, Mr. Jones
(I'm outta here, hahaha)
Said we in Miami (we in Miami)
We just left Mr. Jones (just left Mr. Jones)
With a hundred bitches that's down, ready to fuck (ready to fuck)
She said she wanna be a bartender, I'm like, "Your ass ain't fat enough"
Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck (oh yeah)
Said we in Miami (we in Miami)
We just left Mr. Jones (just left Mr. Jones)
With a hundred bitches that's down, ready to fuck (ready to fuck)
She said she wanna be a bartender, I'm like, "Your ass ain't fat enough" (fat enough)
Before you get that, you 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, nigga, got sprung
Credits
Writer(s): John Wesley Lucas, Bashar Barakah Jackson, Nayvadius Wilburn, Alex Christian Jean Petit, Michael F. Hernandez, Carlos Lamont Jr Goodwin
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