Mr. Jones (feat. 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)
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 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, 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 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
We in Sky-ami (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' fine threads
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
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
'Lotta solitaires, straight on Patron
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)
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