Mr. Jones (Clean) - Pop Smoke/Future

Lyrics by：Foreign Teck/Bashar Jackson/Nayvadius Demun Wilburn/John Wesley Lucas/Carlos Goodwin

Composed by：Foreign Teck/Bashar Jackson/Nayvadius Demun Wilburn/John Wesley Lucas/Carlos Goodwin/Alex Petit

Pop Smoke/Future：

Oh-oh

Oh-oh oh

Said we in Miami

We just left Mr. Jones

With a hundred b***hes that's down ready to f**k

Look

Pop Smoke：

Said we in Miami we just left Mr. Jones

With a hundred b***hes that's down ready to f**k

She said she wanna be about ten I'm like "Your a*s 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 s**t unless you suckin' all of us

She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some p***y

The lil' n***a f**ked around and got sprung

She came out thе room like "Papi my a*s hurt"

She just put up with mad work yeah

You worriеd '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 b***hes that's down ready to f**k

She said she wanna be about ten I'm like "Your a*s 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 s**t unless you suckin' all of us

She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some p***y

The lil' n***a f**ked around n***a I swear

Future：

We in Skyami goin' all the way up

Got a hunnid b***hes in the VIP better go f**k

Better go f**k

B***h can't put no panties on got d**e in my coat

Take a b***h to the jeweler drop a big bag on a b***h drip yeah

Top of the penthouse it's a personal shopper bringin' fire threads

Can't find in the store

My b***h gon' step on a b***h in Dior

Smokin' out a pound drink out the bottle

Mermaid p***y taste like some water

Jimmy Choos shoes lil' blunted

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 it take me on the moon

I be takin' s**t down like a tycoon

All the solitaires tryna get

Sagittarius when I walk in a room

Tell the baddest b***hes I'm Mr. Jones

Tell the baddest b***hes I'm Mr. Jones

Tell the baddest b***hes I'm Mr. Jones

I'm outta here hahaha

Both：

Said we in Miami

We in Miami

We just left Mr. Jones

Just left Mr. Jones

With a hundred b***hes that's down ready to f**k

Ready to f**k

She said she wanna be about ten I'm like "Your a*s ain't fat enough"

Before you get that you better go get a tummy tuck

Oh yeah

Said we in Miami

We in Miami

We just left Mr. Jones

Just left Mr. Jones

With a hundred b***hes that's down ready to f**k

Ready to f**k

She said she wanna be about ten I'm like "Your a*s ain't fat enough"

Fat enough

Before you get that you better go get a tummy tuck

Pop Smoke：

She like "Papi can you give me fifty-five hundred"

I ain't givin' you s**t unless you suckin' all of us

She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some p***y

The lil' n***a f**ked around n***a I swear