Turasheiva Entertainment
You can call me a lot of things
But you can not call me broke
And if its one thing
Im in my bag
And you can call me miss jones
You can call me what you want
But you can't call me broke
You can assume
But you don't know
I don't put up no front
I run the show
And furthermore
You
Can call me Miss Jones
I've been around the world and back
So many places I can't keep track
Spent damn near my last
Trying to escape my past
Breaking cycles
Stackin cash
Defeating rivals
Staying in my bag
And if i don't like you
I black twitter cancel your ass
You dont exist
Its plain and simple
Dont make it complex
I make it rain
Haters drizzle
Cant wait to see what i got next
Put that S on my chest
Backed it up with success
Now im counting blessings
The money coming
Im proof in the flesh
A living legend
I put in the work
I'm all i got
I aint come to fail
Even though i done lost alot
Rest in peace
To my people gone before me
Fill my cup
Pour it out
Turn my music up
For the people that know me
Let's ride
You can call me what you want
But you can't call me broke
You can assume
But you don't know
I don't put up no front
I run the show
And furthermore
You
Can call me Miss Jones
If you dont know me
Dont approach me
Thats that sucker shit
Yeen care when i was down
Dont come around
When im up and shit
Yeen wit me
You against me
Brang them
My hittas wit me
Ruger sanging
Yes im banging
No colors but mines im claiming
Everything i touch im taking
No beating around the bush
Im blatant
They never thought id make it
I kept it real
They had to fake it
As soon as i close a deal
Im no longer patient
Do it now
No now
No mo waiting
Secure another bag
Project in the making
Call in a favor
Pay the tab
Get in the lab
Hit them with a jab
Release it
Repeat
Run it back
You do the math
Now add that up
And if it's fat enough
Then back that up
If not
Get on the floor
And help her bag that up
Bring it to the spot
Break it down
Split it up
Now here you go
I break bread with my folks
So we all grow
That's why the call me Miss Jones
If you didn't know
You can call me what you want
But you can't call me broke
You can assume
But you don't know
I don't put up no front
I run the show
And furthermore
You
Can call me Miss Jones
Holla at your girl
Know what im talking about
TURASHEIVA - Miss Jones Lyrics
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Turasheiva Entertainment
You can call me a lot of things
But you can not call me broke
And if its one thing
Im in my bag
And you can call me miss jones
You can call me what you want
But you can't call me broke
You can assume
But you don't know
I don't put up no front
I run the show
And furthermore
You
Can call me Miss Jones
I've been around the world and back
So many places I can't keep track
Spent damn near my last
Trying to escape my past
Breaking cycles
Stackin cash
Defeating rivals
Staying in my bag
And if i don't like you
I black twitter cancel your ass
You dont exist
Its plain and simple
Dont make it complex
I make it rain
Haters drizzle
Cant wait to see what i got next
Put that S on my chest
Backed it up with success
Now im counting blessings
The money coming
Im proof in the flesh
A living legend
I put in the work
I'm all i got
I aint come to fail
Even though i done lost alot
Rest in peace
To my people gone before me
Fill my cup
Pour it out
Turn my music up
For the people that know me
Let's ride
You can call me what you want
But you can't call me broke
You can assume
But you don't know
I don't put up no front
I run the show
And furthermore
You
Can call me Miss Jones
If you dont know me
Dont approach me
Thats that sucker shit
Yeen care when i was down
Dont come around
When im up and shit
Yeen wit me
You against me
Brang them
My hittas wit me
Ruger sanging
Yes im banging
No colors but mines im claiming
Everything i touch im taking
No beating around the bush
Im blatant
They never thought id make it
I kept it real
They had to fake it
As soon as i close a deal
Im no longer patient
Do it now
No now
No mo waiting
Secure another bag
Project in the making
Call in a favor
Pay the tab
Get in the lab
Hit them with a jab
Release it
Repeat
Run it back
You do the math
Now add that up
And if it's fat enough
Then back that up
If not
Get on the floor
And help her bag that up
Bring it to the spot
Break it down
Split it up
Now here you go
I break bread with my folks
So we all grow
That's why the call me Miss Jones
If you didn't know
You can call me what you want
But you can't call me broke
You can assume
But you don't know
I don't put up no front
I run the show
And furthermore
You
Can call me Miss Jones
Holla at your girl
Know what im talking about
You can call me a lot of things
But you can not call me broke
And if its one thing
Im in my bag
And you can call me miss jones
You can call me what you want
But you can't call me broke
You can assume
But you don't know
I don't put up no front
I run the show
And furthermore
You
Can call me Miss Jones
I've been around the world and back
So many places I can't keep track
Spent damn near my last
Trying to escape my past
Breaking cycles
Stackin cash
Defeating rivals
Staying in my bag
And if i don't like you
I black twitter cancel your ass
You dont exist
Its plain and simple
Dont make it complex
I make it rain
Haters drizzle
Cant wait to see what i got next
Put that S on my chest
Backed it up with success
Now im counting blessings
The money coming
Im proof in the flesh
A living legend
I put in the work
I'm all i got
I aint come to fail
Even though i done lost alot
Rest in peace
To my people gone before me
Fill my cup
Pour it out
Turn my music up
For the people that know me
Let's ride
You can call me what you want
But you can't call me broke
You can assume
But you don't know
I don't put up no front
I run the show
And furthermore
You
Can call me Miss Jones
If you dont know me
Dont approach me
Thats that sucker shit
Yeen care when i was down
Dont come around
When im up and shit
Yeen wit me
You against me
Brang them
My hittas wit me
Ruger sanging
Yes im banging
No colors but mines im claiming
Everything i touch im taking
No beating around the bush
Im blatant
They never thought id make it
I kept it real
They had to fake it
As soon as i close a deal
Im no longer patient
Do it now
No now
No mo waiting
Secure another bag
Project in the making
Call in a favor
Pay the tab
Get in the lab
Hit them with a jab
Release it
Repeat
Run it back
You do the math
Now add that up
And if it's fat enough
Then back that up
If not
Get on the floor
And help her bag that up
Bring it to the spot
Break it down
Split it up
Now here you go
I break bread with my folks
So we all grow
That's why the call me Miss Jones
If you didn't know
You can call me what you want
But you can't call me broke
You can assume
But you don't know
I don't put up no front
I run the show
And furthermore
You
Can call me Miss Jones
Holla at your girl
Know what im talking about
Writer: Deyanta Jones
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid