Mr. Jones — текст песни

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

Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones

With a hundred bitches that’s down, ready to fuck

Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones

With a hundred bitches that’s down, ready to fuck

She said we wanna be a bartender, I’m like ya ass ain’t fat enough

Before you get that, 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

Ain’t worried about the wrong thing, that’s backwards, it’s 'bout the cash first

When you down, we roll up that sour, break it down in a bag, girl

If I say that you mine, that mean that you ours, you can’t fuck 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 we wanna be a bartender, I’m like ya ass ain’t fat enough

Before you get that, 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

We in Skyami, goin' all the way up

Gotta hundred bitches in the shit, they ready to go fuck

Bitch came with no panties on, bent over my coupe

Take a visit 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’s Dior

Smokin' out the pound, drink out the bottle

Mermaid, pussy taste like some water

Jimmy Choo shoe, Manolo Blahnik

Coppin' new jewels 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 move

I be takin' shit down like a tycoon

Outta solitary, straight on Patron

Change the temperature when I walk in the room

Take the baddest bitches out Mr. Jones

Take the baddest bitches out Mr. Jones

Take the baddest bitches out Mr. Jones

Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones

With a hundred bitches that’s down, ready to fuck

She said we wanna be a bartender, I’m like ya ass ain’t fat enough

Before you get that, better go get a tummy tuck

Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones

With a hundred bitches that’s down, ready to fuck

She said we wanna be a bartender, I’m like ya ass ain’t fat enough

Before you get that, 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