[Intro: Pop Smoke & Future]Oh-ohOh-oh, ohSaid 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 fuckOh, oh-oh, oh-oh-ohLook
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. JonesWith a hundred bitches that’s down, ready to fuckShe 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 usShe went upstairs and gave my lil’ homie some pussyThe 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, yеahYou worried ’bout the wrong thingThat’s bad work, it’s ’bout the cash firstWhen you down, we run up that showerBreak it down in the back, girlIf I say that you mine, that mean that you oursYou can’t put me first, that’s backwards
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. JonesWith a hundred bitches that’s down, ready to fuckShe 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 usShe went upstairs and gave my lil’ homie some pussyThe 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, yeahTop of the penthouse, it’s a personal shopper bringin’ fire and fresh you can’t find in the storeMy bitch gon’ step on a bitch in DiorSmokin’ out the pound, drink out the bottleMermaid, pussy taste like some waterJimmy Choos shoes, Manolo BlahniksCopped the new jewels just for the fun of itGot the number two, shorty rewindGot the plaques, now she found out her ownGot the smashes, every day like a goonMillion dollars, drip got me on the moonI be takin’ shit down like a tycoonAll the solitaries tryna patrolSagittarius when I walk in a roomTake 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 usShe went upstairs and gave my lil’ homie some pussyThe lil’ nigga fucked around and got sprung
