[Intro: Pop Smoke & Future]
Oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh
Said we in Miami (Oh, ooh, oh, oh)
[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 came out the room like, "Papi, my ass hurt"
She just put up with mad work, yeah
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 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 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
[Intro: Pop Deataigh & Todhchaí]
OH-OH
OH-OH, OH
Dúirt muid i Miami (OH, OOH, OH, OH)
D'fhág muid an tUasal Jones (Oh-Oh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh)
Le céad bitches atá síos, réidh le fuck
Ó, Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh
Breathnaigh ar
[Chorus: Pop Deataigh]
Dúirt muid i Miami, d'fhág muid an tUasal Jones
Le céad bitches atá síos, réidh le fuck
Dúirt sí gur mhaith léi a bheith ina tábhairne, is maith liom, "níl saill ar do asal go leor"
Sula bhfaigheann tú é sin, téann tú níos fearr ar thuigín a fháil
[Iar-Chorus: Pop Deataigh]
Is maith léi, "Papi, an féidir leat cúig chéad cúig chéad a thabhairt dom?"
Níl tú ag givin 'tú cac mura ndéanann tú suckin' gach duine againn
Chuaigh sí suas an staighre agus thug sí roinnt pussy mo lil '
An lil 'nigga fucked thart agus fuair sé sprung
[Verse 1: Smoke Pop]
Tháinig sí amach an seomra cosúil le, "Papi, mo thóin gortaithe"
Chuir sí díreach suas le hobair mheabhair, yeah
Tá tú buartha 'Bout an rud mícheart
Sin droch-obair, tá sé 'bout an t-airgead ar dtús
Nuair a bhíonn tú síos, rithimid an cithfholcadh sin
É a bhriseadh síos sa chúl, cailín
Má deirim go bhfuil tú mianach, a chiallaíonn go bhfuil tú linne
Ní féidir leat mé a chur ar dtús, sin ar gcúl
[Chorus: Pop Deataigh]
Dúirt muid i Miami, d'fhág muid an tUasal Jones
Le céad bitches atá síos, réidh le fuck
Dúirt sí gur mhaith léi a bheith ina tábhairne, is maith liom, "níl saill ar do asal go leor"
Sula bhfaigheann tú é sin, téann tú níos fearr ar thuigín a fháil
[Iar-Chorus: Pop Deataigh]
Is maith léi, "Papi, an féidir leat cúig chéad cúig chéad a thabhairt dom?"
Níl tú ag givin 'tú cac mura ndéanann tú suckin' gach duine againn
Chuaigh sí suas an staighre agus thug sí roinnt pussy mo lil '
An lil 'nigga fucked thart agus fuair sé sprung
[Verse 2: Todhchaí]
Táimid i spéir-ami (i Sky-Ami)
Téigh go léir ar an mbealach suas (an bealach ar fad)
Fuair sé bitches hunnid sa VIP, níos fearr dul fuck (níos fearr dul fuck)
Ní féidir le Bitch aon mionbhrístíní a chur air, fuair sé dope i mo chupán (Yee)
Tóg víosa leis an jeweler, scaoil mála mór ar dhrip bitch, yeah
Barr an chionn theach, is é atá i gceist le tine phearsanta ná tine agus úr nach féidir leat a fháil sa siopa
Is é mo chéim bitch gon ar bitch in Dior
Smokin 'amach an punt, ól an buidéal amach
Mermaid, blas pussy cosúil le roinnt uisce
Jimmy Choo Bróg, Manolo Blahniks
Chuir sé na seoda nua isteach ar an spraoi é
Fuair an uimhir a dó, gearr
Fuair tú na plaiceanna, anois fuair sí a cuid féin
Fuair mé na smashes, gach lá cosúil le goeon
Milliún dollar, chuaigh an drip orm ar an ngealach
Is mise takin 'cac síos mar tycoon
Patról go léir an tryna solitary
Sagittarius nuair a shiúlann mé i seomra
Tóg na bitches baddest amach, an tUasal Jones (Is mise an tUasal Jones)
Tóg na bitches baddest amach, an tUasal Jones (Is mise an tUasal Jones)
Tóg na bitches baddest amach, an tUasal Jones (Is mise an tUasal Jones)
(Is maith liom sin, hahaha)
[Chorus: Todhchaí, Deatach Pop, an dá rud]
Dúirt muid i Miami (muid i Miami), d'fhág muid an tUasal Jones (d'fhág sé an tUasal Jones)
Le céad bitches atá síos, réidh le fuck (réidh le fuck)
Dúirt sí gur mhaith léi a bheith ina tábhairne, is maith liom, "níl saill ar do asal go leor"
Sula bhfaigheann tú é sin, téann tú níos fearr le tuck bolg (Oh yeah)
Dúirt muid i Miami (muid i Sky-Ami), d'fhág muid an tUasal Jones (d'fhág sé an tUasal Jones)
Le céad bitches atá síos, réidh le fuck (réidh le fuck)
Dúirt sí gur mhaith léi a bheith ina tábhairne, is maith liom, "níl saill ar do thóin" (saill go leor)
Sula bhfaigheann tú é sin, téann tú níos fearr ar thuigín a fháil
[Iar-Chorus: Pop Deataigh]
Is maith léi, "Papi, an féidir leat cúig chéad cúig chéad a thabhairt dom?"
Níl tú ag givin 'tú cac mura ndéanann tú suckin' gach duine againn
Chuaigh sí suas an staighre agus thug sí roinnt pussy mo lil '
An lil 'nigga fucked thart agus fuair sé sprung