Pink Roses lyrics

[Chorus]
Ayy, yeah, Pink Roses, Pink Roses
Ayy, yeah, Pink Roses, Pink Roses
Yeah, ayy, Pink Roses, Pink Roses
Yeah, ayy, Pink Roses, Pink Roses

[Verse 1]
I told my mama I'ma make it rich, yeah
I told my girl that I wasn't gon' fake this sh*t, yeah
I told 'em b*tches they should shake they sh*t, yeah
I'm in the building getting faded sh*t, yeah
No I ain't faking, nah
Nah they just hatin', yeah
Why? 'Cause I'm so great man (I'm so great)
Man this is great sh*t
Dad I can write now
I want that b*tch, I want her right now
I want that b*tch, I want her right now
I used to ball and now I fall down
I used to fall now I just fall down

[Chorus]
Ayy, yeah, Pink Roses, Pink Roses
Ayy, yeah, Pink Roses, Pink Roses
Yeah, ayy, Pink Roses, Pink Roses
Yeah, ayy, Pink Roses, Pink Roses
[Verse 2]
(Yeah, ayy)
Swear the cars doin' donuts in the Civic
God done wrote the bible I done killed that sh*t
My script is the full prescription
My b*tch would love the full clip
Cold trippin sh*t I'm with the demons
My b*tch fiend a b*tch
My b*tch fiend as sh*t
I been fiendin' for a Xanny bar
But I'm in Xanzabar so I pop a bar
I give my b*tch pink f*cking roses

[Chorus]
Ayy, yeah, Pink Roses, Pink Roses
Ayy, yeah, Pink Roses, Pink Roses
Yeah, ayy, Pink Roses, Pink Roses
Yeah, ayy, Pink Roses, Pink Roses