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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 b*t*hes that's down, ready to f**k
Look

Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred b*t*hes that's down, ready to f**k
She said she wanna be a bartender, I'm like, "Your a** 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 sh*t unless you suckin' all of us
She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some pu**y
The lil' n***a f**ked around and got sprung

She cam? out the room like, "Papi, my a** hurt"
She just put up with mad work, y?ah
You worried 'bout the wrong thing
That's backwards, it's 'bout the cash first
When you down, we roll up that sour
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
See we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred b*t*hes that's down, ready to f**k
She said she wanna be a bartender, I'm like, "Your a** 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 sh*t unless you suckin' all of us
She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some pu**y
The lil' n***a f**ked around and got sprung

We in Sky-ami (We in Sky-ami)
Goin' all the way up (All the way up)
Gotta hunnid b*t*hes in the VIP, ready to go f**k (Ready to go f**k)
B*t*h came with no panties on, bent over my coupe (Yee)
Take Aventi to the jeweler, drop a big bag on a b*t*h drip, yeah
Top of the penthouse, a personal shopper bringin' fine threads can't find in the store
My b*t*h gon' step on a b*t*h in Dior
Smokin' out a pound, drink out the bottle
Mermaid, pu**y taste like some water
Jimmy Choo shoe, Manolo Blahnik
Cop a new jewel just for the fun
Not the number two, shorty rewind
Wrapped in plastic, then she found every one
Gotta smash every girl that I call
Makin' all the drip, got me on the moon
I be takin' sh*t down like a tycoon
Outta solitary straight on patron
Change the temperature when I walk in the room
Take the baddest b*t*hes out, Mr. Jones (I'm Mr. Jones)
Take the baddest b*t*hes out, Mr. Jones (I'm Mr. Jones)
Take the baddest b*t*hes out, Mr. Jones (I'm Mr. Jones)
(I like that, hahaha)

Said we in Miami (We in Miami), we just left Mr. Jones (Just left Mr. Jones)
With a hundred b*t*hes that's down, ready to f**k (Ready to f**k)
She said she wanna be a bartender, I'm like, "Your a** 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 b*t*hes that's down, ready to f**k (Ready to f**k)
She said she wanna be a bartender, I'm like, "Your a** ain't fat enough" (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 sh*t unless you suckin' all of us
She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some pu**y
The lil' n***a f**ked around and got sprung

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