Pop Smoke - Mr. Jones Text

Songtext zu Mr. Jones

[Intro: Pop Smoke & Future]
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

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred bitches that's down, ready to fuck
She said she wanna be about ten, I'm like, "Your ass ain't fat enough"

Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck

[Post-Chorus: Pop Smoke]
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

[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
She came out thе room like, "Papi, my ass hurt"
She just put up with mad work, yeah
You worriеd '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

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred bitches that's down, ready to fuck
She said she wanna be about ten, I'm like, "Your ass ain't fat enough"
Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck

[Post-Chorus: Pop Smoke]
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, I swear

[Verse 2: Future]
We in Miami (We in Miami)
We all the way up (All the way up)
Got a hunnid bitches in the VIP, better go fuck (Better go fuck)
Bitch can't put no panties on, got dope in my coat
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 [?]
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 Blahniks
Copped the new jewels just for the fun of it
Got the number two, shorty rewind
Got the plaques, now she found out her own
Got the smashes, every day like a goon
Million dollars, it take me on the moon
I be takin' shit down like a tycoon
All the solitaires, tryna get [?]
Sagittarius when I walk in a room
Tell the baddest bitches I'm Mr. Jones
Tell the baddest bitches I'm Mr. Jones
Tell the baddest bitches I'm Mr. Jones
(I'm outta here, 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 bitches that's down, ready to fuck (Ready to fuck)
She said she wanna be about ten, 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 about ten, I'm like, "Your ass ain't fat enough" (Fat enough)
Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck

[Post-Chorus: Pop Smoke]
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, I swear

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