[Intro: Pop Smoke & Future]
Oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh
See we in Miami (Oh, ooh, oh, oh)
We just left Mr. Jones (Oh-oh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
With a hundred b*tches that's down, ready to fu*k
Look
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
See we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred b*tches that's down, ready to fu*k
She said she wanna be a bartender, I'm like, "Ya ass ain't fat enough"
Before you get that, you better go and get a tummy tuck
She like, "Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?"
I ain't givin' you sh*t unless you su*kin' all of us
She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some pussy
The lil' ni**a fu*ked 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 backwards, it's 'bout the cash first
When you down, we roll up that sour
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]
See we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred b*tches that's down, ready to fu*k
She said she wanna be a bartender, I'm like, "Ya ass ain't fat enough"
Before you get that, you better go and get a tummy tuck
She like, "Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?"
I ain't givin' you sh*t unless you su*kin' all of us
She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some pussy
The lil' ni**a fu*ked around and got sprung
[Verse 2: Future]
We in Sky-ami (We in Sky-ami)
Goin' all the way up (All the way up)
Gotta hunnid b*tches in the VIP, ready to go fu*k (Ready to go fu*k)
b*tch came with no panties on, bent over my coupe (Yee)
Take Aventi to the jeweler, drop a big bag on a b*tch drip, yeah
Top of the penthouse, a personal shopper bringin' fine threads can't find in the store
My b*tch gon' step on a b*tch in Dior
Smokin' out a pound, drink out the bottle
Mermaid, pussy taste like some water
Jimmy Choo shoe, Manolo Blahnik
Cop a new jewel 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 moon
I be takin' sh*t down like a tycoon
Outta solitary straight on patron
Change the temperature when I walk in the room
[Bridge: Future]
Take the baddest b*tches out, Mr. Jones (I'm Mr. Jones)
Take the baddest b*tches out, Mr. Jones (I'm Mr. Jones)
Take the baddest b*tches out, Mr. Jones (I'm Mr. Jones)
(I like that, 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 b*tches that's down, ready to fu*k (Ready to fu*k)
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 b*tches that's down, ready to fu*k (Ready to fu*k)
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 sh*t unless you su*kin' all of us
She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some pussy
The lil' ni**a fu*ked around and got sprung