Mr. Jones

Pop Smoke ft. Future

"Mr. Jones" by Pop Smoke

Album: 

Lyrics: 

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 f**k
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 f**k

Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred bitches that's down, ready to f**k
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 sh*t unless you suckin' all of us
She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some p**sy
The lil' nigga f**ked 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 f**k me first, that's backwards

Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred bitches that's down, ready to f**k
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 sh*t unless you suckin' all of us
She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some p**sy
The lil' nigga f**ked around and got sprung

We in Skyami, goin' all the way up
Gotta hundred bitches in the sh*t, they ready to go f**k
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, p**sy 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' sh*t 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 f**k
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 f**k
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 sh*t unless you suckin' all of us
She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some p**sy
The lil' nigga f**ked around and got sprung


Chart information for:

Artist: 


Chart History

Chart DatePosition
2021-07-3171

Peak Position: #71
Number of Weeks on Chart: 1