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 more Kat Stacks And now, that don't matter And now, she wanna run this shit right back Like, 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 Newhouse 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, "Woo," 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 (we're sorry) No way (you have reached a number that is disconnected or is no longer in service) Nigga like, "Woo," like, "Woo" No way (how do you belong?) Lay, 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 more Kat Stacks 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 car low 'cause I took out the T Been in the hood like that boy Jody Breeze I mashed his button and I'm Boba Fett I got cameras in here, finna pose a threat I got hoes from Bankhead out to Bouldercrest I been snappin', I'm leanin' my shoulder next Finna go to my bunker and pick up a strap, nigga Then go check on my dog, I'm for sure of it Got the brr, with a cuts on it Got the brr, and she hope that dick 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, "Woo," 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 Nigga like, "Woo," like, "Woo" No way Z zero zero Z zero zero 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 no more I'm not really feelin' it, I wanna hear some more R&B I wanna hear him sing, like, I'm just not with all this rappin'