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