Letra Mike jones Smino

Mike jones

Baby
Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh shit
How do you belong?
See, fuck, nigga

I don't want your main
She ain't got it like that
But your girl keep callin' me back (B-back-back-back)
It ain't even gotta be like that
I beat the pussy like my favorite hi-hat (H-hat-hat-hat)
Then laughed at it, just like that
I'm three stacks, she [?]
And now, that don't matter

And now she wanna run this shit right back
Baby boy, that shit
Tougher than a two dollar steak
And my estate got a farm, I'm Jake
Insurance, great, from the same, playin' hardball
Gotta know it all, bitch, just like Nardwuar
Fuck them niggas on fence, put up barbed wire
I don't need new friends, just house blunts, that's real housewives
Tryna come 'round and get every time, soon as I slide

They like, "Woo, shit," that's my ho
I'm like, "Woah," Mike Jones
And I'm way, way too gone in LA
Smokin' strong, wanna lay with the mobile
Can't pay, a T-Mobile, no way
No way (Were sorry, you have reached a number that is disconnected or is no longer in service)
Nigga like, "Woo," like, "Woo"
No way, lay
No way, no way

I don't want your main
She ain't got it like that
But your girl keep callin' me back (B-back-back-back)
It ain't even gotta be like that
I beat the pussy like my favorite hi-hat (H-hat-hat-hat)
Then laughed at it, just like that
I'm three stacks, she [?]
And now, that don't matter

Yeah, I hung up and then she call right back
Like, "I, uh, ooh," okay, yeah
And I'm on that caller 'cause I took out the T
Been in the hood like that boy Jody Breeze
I mashed his button and I'm Boba fest
I got cameras in here, finna pose a threat
I got ho from back here out the Bouldercrest
I been snappin', I'm leanin' my shoulder next
Finna go to my bunker and pick up a strap, nigga
Nigga, check on my dog, I'm for sure of it
Got the brr, with a [?]
Got the brr, that shit heard 'bout that
When I hit, I go birdie, been goin' some thirty
When me and Smi link, call it Shawty and Dirty
Money printer (Money printer), caught a splinter (Caught a splinter)
Faux Cartier (Faux Cartier), wood in 'em (Wood in 'em)
Got platinum around my rim
She like, "Ooh, goddamn, that him"

They like, "Woo, shit," that's my ho
I'm like, "Woah," Mike Jones
And I'm way, way too gone in LA
Smokin' strong, wanna lay with the mobile
Can't pay, a T-Mobile, no way
No way (Were sorry, you have reached a number that is disconnected or is no longer in service)
Nigga like, "Woo," like, "Woo"
No way, lay
No way, no way

Six above zero
Six above zero on live, we on live with Mary J. Fried
And we got caller number five, what you got? You got five on it?
Smino is always rappin', and I'm not tryna hear any of that rap shit
I'm not really feelin' it, I wanna hear some more R-and-B
I wanna hear him sing, like, I'm just not with all this rappin'