Mr. Jones Lyrics by Pop Smoke ft. Future is latest English song with music also given by them. Mr. Jones song lyrics are written by Pop Smoke and Future.
Mr. Jones Song Detail
Singer: Pop Smoke, Future
Composer: Pop Smoke, Future
Lyrics by: Pop Smoke, Future
Mr. Jones Lyrics
Oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh
Said we in Miami
We just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred bi**hes that’s down, ready to f**k
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Look
Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred bi**hes that’s down, ready to f**k
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
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 pu**y
The lil’ ni**a f**ked around, ni**a, I swear
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 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 bi**hes that’s down, ready to f**k
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
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 pu**y
The lil’ ni**a f**ked around, ni**a, I swear
We in Sky-ami, We in Miami
Go all the way up
Got a hunnid bi**hes in the VIP, better go f**k
Bi**h can’t put no panties on, got dope in my cup
Take a bi**h to the jeweler, drop a big bag on a bi**h drip, yeah
Top of the penthouse, it’s a personal shopper bringin’
Fire and fresh you can’t find in the store
My bi**h gon’ step on a bi**h in Dior
Smokin’ out a pound, drink out the bottle
Mermaid, pu**y 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, drip got me on the moon
I be takin’ shit down like a tycoon
All the solitaries tryna patrol
Sagittarius when I walk in a room
Take the baddest bi**hes, I’m Mr. Jones
Take the baddest bi**hes, I’m Mr. Jones
Take the baddest bi**hes, I’m Mr. Jones
I’m outta here, hahaha
Said we in Miami (We in Miami), we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred bi**hes that’s down, ready to f**k
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
Said we in Miami (We in Sky-ami), we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred bi**hes that’s down, ready to f**k
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
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 pu**y
The lil’ ni**a f**ked around, ni**a, I swear