Pop Smoke feat. Future - 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 a bartender, 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 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 [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 a bartender, 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 2: Future] We in Sky-ami (We in Sky-ami) Go 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 cup (Yee) Take a Visa to the jeweler, drop a big bag on a bitch drip, yeah Top of the penthouse, it's a personal shopper bringin' fire and fresh you can't find in the store My bitch gon' step on a bitch in Dior Smokin' out the pound, drink out the bottle Mermaid, pussy taste like some water Jimmy Choo shoe, 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 bitches out, Mr. Jones (I'm Mr. Jones) Take the baddest bitches out, Mr. Jones (I'm Mr. Jones) Take the baddest bitches out, Mr. Jones (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 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 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 [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