Mr Jones - Motoroladovi

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

I'm sorry I'm not Mr. Sunshine All jokes 'til I start feeling like the punchline I know that you want Mr. Optimistic That ain't realistic I ain't Mr. Sunshine Do my smile keep you around? How about when it's upside down? How about when I'm in bed Four or five days, will you love me now? I bet money You'd smell cyanide in my honey Watch me cry at night and then roll your eyes 'Til you decide to start runnin', oh-oh I'll be ready When you let me Don't forget me Maybe I ain't what I was then I'm sorry, I'm not Mr. Sunshine All jokes 'til I start feeling like the punchline I know that you want Mr. Optimistic That ain't realistic I ain't Mr. Sunshine I'm sorry, I'm not Mr. Sunshine So low and I might be here for a long time I know that you want Mr. Optimistic That ain't realistic I ain't Mr. Sunshine Remember the time that I told you Your troubles are mine and I'd hold you down Stick around, now you nowhere to be found Now you want rainbows I'm a hurricane, a tornado Full of hurt and pain And we don't hurt the same But I still care if you're okay though I'll be ready When you let me Don't forget me Maybe I ain't what I was then I'm sorry, I'm not Mr. Sunshine All jokes 'til I start feeling like the punchline I know that you want Mr. Optimistic That ain't realistic I ain't Mr. Sunshine I'm sorry, I'm not Mr. Sunshine So low and I might be here for a long time I know that you want Mr. Optimistic That ain't realistic I ain't Mr. Sunshine

Oh-oh Oh-oh, oh Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Yeah See, we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones With a hundred bitches that's down, ready to fuck 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 pussy The lil' nigga fucked 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 bad work, 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 bitches that's down, ready to fuck 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 pussy The lil' nigga fucked around and got sprung (Los 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 (jaja), no bundles, no bundles (no bundles, no bundles) I spent seven mill' (seven mill'), 'cause I wanted a condo ('cause I wanted a condo), ey My white girl a snorter, yeah (jaja), you know them caucasians (you know them caucasians), ey Bugatti pre-order, yeah (vrroom), that shit look amazing (that shit look amazing) My bitch at the border, yeah (yeah), a stallion like Megan (yeah, yeah) You know me, I got body (¡brr!), he got me mistaken (¡jaja!), ¡brrr! (¡brr!) 'Toy adicto a gastar dinero con cojone', también 'toy adicto haciendo millone' 'Toy saliendo 'e Booby Trap con cuatro palo' con tambore' (brr) El sistema del R adentro del AK haciendo fusione' (¿ah?) Y los illuminati' me escogieron a mí, no a ti, cabrón, no te encojone' (illuminati') Un millón y medio en el reloj, mámame el bicho y también la muñeca (medio millón) La cubana tiene el culo bien apreta'o como kilo puro de manteca (la cubana) Yo la monto en el Lambo y sin decirle un carajo se saca las teta' (se saca las teta') Y solo come bicho, tiene una estricta dieta, brr (¡jaja!), ¿ah? It's Saturday night (ey), McGregor gotta fight, ey (gotta fight) I'm gonna be ring-side sitting next to Dana White, ey (UFC) And you got a few milli', yeah (yeah), but so do I (so do I) If any 'em don't want to die (¡jaja!) Pussy nigga, take a flight (take a flight), brr Ella e' una diabla, en el putero le dicen "Annabelle" (le dicen "Annabelle") Le gusta que yo se la eche en la cara Toditas quieren chingar con Anuel (chingar con Anuel) Mano, en verdad que yo nunca lloré Y la isla entera la vamo' a correr (Nosotro' mandamo' en la isla), ey Mucho dinero y poder, ¿será por el pacto con Lucifer? (Amén), ey, ¡brr! (¡Ey!) See, we in Miami (we in Miami), we just left Mr. Jones (we just left Mr. Jones) With a hundred bitches that's down, ready to fuck (ready to fuck) She said she wanna be a bartender, I'm like, "Ya ass ain't fat enough" (jajaja) 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 pussy (some pussy) The lil' nigga fucked around and got sprung