[Hook]
When I die bring a hundred million roses
Pretty bad b*tches making love to my posters
[Verse 1]
And my Cartiers, two lucky teeth
Threw ice in it so I feel the breeze
2 thug b*tches finger poppin' Gs
(who love the hood) they will never leave
4 model b*tches stay poppin' E
On that Booger Sugar rollin' up the trees
Spit hella game at her skinny frame
Versace frame and her dirty bean
She f*ck her friends then f*ck my friends
This story go, it'll never end
And if I die before I wake I pray that A$AP will be great
My momma good and my girl be late
So there'll be another me and the world be straight
Damn that n*gga did his thing, he took over and changed the game
His silk shirts, Versace frames
His fly ass b*tches, his tight ass jeans
His dirty Benz, his Cuban links
His big ass smile, his eyes was chinked
His brown ass skin, he was lookin' gold
He really loved, God bless his soul
[Hook]
When I die bring a hundred million roses
Pretty bad b*tches making love to my posters
Roses, bring a hundred million roses
Rose, roses
Bring a hundred million roses
(Kid calling out "Fergy")
[Verse 2]
Tell that b*tch that I'm Fergy Ferg
Remind her I'm rich, but never flipped a bird
Yes a n*gga street, just like a curb
Young Bari high, f*ckin' with the herb
Rest in peace to Selena
I listen to you sing when I'm rollin' the weed up
Mix the Cristal with Tequila
Might f*ck your b*tch but I don't wanna keep her
I beats that b*tch, flash back to Tina
I feel like Ike when I'm on the mic
(check check, when I'm on the mic, 2 blonde dykes for the motherf*cking night)
And my guys are butchers, Vera Wang, Vera Wang
Slang b*tches for the brain
And 40oz bounce thug b*tches with the fangs
Who fill the block up with Cocaine
[Hook]
When I die bring a hundred million roses
Pretty bad b*tches making love to my posters
Roses, bring a hundred million roses
Rose, roses
Bring a hundred million roses