Rose Gold

歌詞

Uh, tell them niggas stay out my way, I'm good Tell 'em I don't need no award, I'm 'hood. Ho wan' fuck, tell the bitch, "Let's do it" Rolls Royce umbrella, she thought they were canes Jump in a Bentley, I jump off a plain Swervin' that Phantom, still duckin' the cams I'm the shit, fuck a Pamper, they bring up my name Not wearin' white, everything rose gold Got another nigga ho tryna take my soul Put in the Patek and it came two-tone Cartier bracelets with Jacob & Co Sit up and cope Hopin' it's plain jane, keep a nigga heart cold, woah Fuck nigga want you to say you want smoke Fuck on these hoes and they fresh like the Pope Shoot with the Glock like I'm Ja Global, don't need no WiFi She know I ain't doin' shit for hundred thousand Fuck 'em, go tell 'em I'm hot now I waited to blow, I popped now One million dollars, I'm turnin' it down One hundred million, I'm chasin' it down Controllin' my business inside of my home Rich nigga, Bentley sittin' dead 'cause nobody drive it round Case in the feds and I'm waitin' for his call Celine, color red lookin' like he sellin' pounds Jimmy Choo granted, my AP is matchin' My shorts got 'em both in the color of brown Hold up, know the whole thing rose gold Sit and I think, I'm just watchin' her tone Makin' [?] 'cus lil ho I ain't regular Fuck 'em, it don't make a difference because they ain't scared of us Every contestant, I buried 'em We're laughin' everytime they say they head of us Grind all day, I don't do no clubbin' Pushin' who button, it'll turn out ugly Remember I said only you can trust me Know I'm cutthroat, slime, just like my cousin Uh, tell them niggas stay out my way, I'm good Tell 'em I don't need no award, I'm 'hood Ho wan' fuck, tell the bitch, "Let's do it" Rolls Royce umbrella, she thought they were canes Jump in a Bentley, I jump off a plain Swervin' that Phantom, still duckin' the cams I'm the shit, fuck a Pamper, they bring up my name Not wearin' white, everything rose gold Got another nigga ho tryna take my soul Put in the Patek and it came two-tone Cartier bracelets with Jacob & Co Sit up and cope Hopin' it's plain jane, keep a nigga heart cold, woah Fuck nigga want you to say you want smoke Fuck on these hoes and they fresh like the Pope Gangsta Grillz