Mr. Jones

Oh-oh Oh-oh, oh Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Yeah See we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones With a hundred bits that's down, ready to f 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 shit unless you suckin' all of us She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some pu The lil' ni fuc around and got sprung 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 backwards, it's 'bout thе cash first When you down, we roll up that sour Break it down in thе back, girl If I say that you mine, that mean that you ours You can't put me first, that's backwards See we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones With a hundred bitches that's down, ready to f 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 shit unless you suckin' all of us She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some pu The lil' ni fuc around and got sprung (Lo' Illuminati', ah) I got a stick (I got a stick), one hundred rounds (One hundred rounds) King of Miami shit (Brr), we shut it down (We shut it down) One billion streams, no bundles, no bundles (No bundles, no bundles) I spent seven mil', 'cause I wanted a condo My white a snorer, yeah, you know them caucasian Bugatti pre-order, yeah (Brrum), that shit look amazing My bitch at the border, yeah, a stallion like Megan (Yeah, yeah) You know me, I got body (Brr), he got me mistaken (Brr) Estoy adicto a gastar dinero con cojones También toy adicto haciendo millones Estoy saliendo 'e Booby Trap con cuatro palo' con tambore' (Brr) El sistema del R adentro del AK haciendo fusione' Y los Illuminati' me escogieron a mi, no a ti, cabrón, no te encojone' Millón y medio en el reloj, mámame el bicho y también la muñeca La cubana tiene el culo bien apreta'o como kilo puro de manteca Yo la monto en el Lambo y sin decirle un carajo se saca las teta' Y solo come bicho, tiene una estricta dieta, brr (Jajaja) It's Saturday night ey, my regular gotta fight, ey (Gotta fight) I'm gonna be ring-side sitting next to Dana White (UFC), ey And you got a few milli', yeah, but so do I (So do I) If any 'em don't want to die (Die) Pussy ni, take a flight (Take a flight, brr) Ella e' una diabla, en el putero le dicen Annabelle Le gusta que yo se la eche en la cara Toditas quieren chingar con Anuel Mama en verdad que yo nunca lloré La isla entera la vamo' a correr, ey (Nosotro' mandamo' en la isla) Chingar al poder, será por un pacto con Lucifer (Amén), eh, brr See we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones With a hundred bitches that's down, ready to f 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 (Brr) She like, "Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?" (Five hundred) I ain't givin' you shit unless you suckin' all of us (Ey) She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some pu (Some pussy) The lil' ni fuc around and got sprung