Pop Smoke - Mr. Jones lyrics

[Intro: Pop Smoke & Future] Oh-oh Oh-oh, oh See we in Miami (Oh, ooh, oh, oh) We just left Mr. Jones (Oh-oh, ooh, ooh, ooh) With a hundred b*tches that's down, ready to fu*k Look [Chorus: Pop Smoke] See we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones With a hundred b*tches that's down, ready to fu*k She said she wanna be a bartender, I'm like, "Ya ass ain't fat enough" Before you get that, you better go and get a tummy tuck She like, "Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?" I ain't givin' you sh*t unless you su*kin' all of us She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some pussy The lil' ni**a fu*ked around and got sprung [Verse 1: Pop Smoke] She camе out the room like, "Papi, my ass hurt" She just put up with mad work, yеah You worried 'bout the wrong thing That's backwards, it's 'bout the cash first When you down, we roll up that sour 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 [Chorus: Pop Smoke] See we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones With a hundred b*tches that's down, ready to fu*k She said she wanna be a bartender, I'm like, "Ya ass ain't fat enough" Before you get that, you better go and get a tummy tuck She like, "Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?" I ain't givin' you sh*t unless you su*kin' all of us She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some pussy The lil' ni**a fu*ked around and got sprung [Verse 2: Future] We in Sky-ami (We in Sky-ami) Goin' all the way up (All the way up) Gotta hunnid b*tches in the VIP, ready to go fu*k (Ready to go fu*k) b*tch came with no panties on, bent over my coupe (Yee) Take Aventi to the jeweler, drop a big bag on a b*tch drip, yeah Top of the penthouse, a personal shopper bringin' fine threads can't find in the store My b*tch gon' step on a b*tch in Dior Smokin' out a pound, drink out the bottle Mermaid, pussy taste like some water Jimmy Choo shoe, Manolo Blahnik Cop a new jewel 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 moon I be takin' sh*t down like a tycoon Outta solitary straight on patron Change the temperature when I walk in the room [Bridge: Future] Take the baddest b*tches out, Mr. Jones (I'm Mr. Jones) Take the baddest b*tches out, Mr. Jones (I'm Mr. Jones) Take the baddest b*tches out, Mr. Jones (I'm Mr. Jones) (I like that, hahaha) [Chorus: Future, Pop Smoke, Both] Said we in Miami (We in Miami), we just left Mr. Jones (Just left Mr. Jones) With a hundred b*tches that's down, ready to fu*k (Ready to fu*k) 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 Sky-ami), we just left Mr. Jones (Just left Mr. Jones) With a hundred b*tches that's down, ready to fu*k (Ready to fu*k) 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 sh*t unless you su*kin' all of us She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some pussy The lil' ni**a fu*ked around and got sprung