Mr. Jones
Pop Smoke, Future
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Oh-oh Oh-oh, oh Said we in Miami (oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) We just left Mr. Jones (oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh) With a hundred bitches that's down, ready to f*ck Look Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones With a hundred bitches that's down, ready to f*ck She said she wanna be the bartender, I'm like, "Your ass ain't fat enough" Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck She like, "Poppy, 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, "Poppy, 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 f*ck She said she wanna be the bartender, I'm like, "Your ass ain't fat enough" Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck She like, "Poppy, 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 (we in Skyami) Goin' all the way up (all the way up) Got a hunnid bitches in the VIP, I bet they gon' f*ck (bet they gon' f*ck) Bitch came with no panties on, got dope in my cup Take a bitch to the jeweler, drop a big bag on a bitch drip, yeah Top of the penthouse, it's a personal shopper Bringin' fire fits you can't find in the store My bitch gon' step on a bitch in Dior Smokin' out the pound, drink out the bottle Mermaid, pussy taste like some water Jimmy Choos shoes, Manolo blunted Cop her new jewels just for the fun Got the number two, shorty rewind Wrapped in plastic, then she fired up her own Got the smashes, every day like a goon Million dollars, it got me on the moon I be takin' shit down like a tycoon Lotta solitaires, drank and Patron Change the temperature 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 like that, 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 f*ck (ready to f*ck) She said she wanna be the 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 f*ck (ready to f*ck) She said she wanna be the 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, "Poppy, 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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Written by: Alex Petit, Bashar Jackson, Carlos Goodwin, Foreign Teck, John Wesley Lucas, Nayvadius Demun Wilbun
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