Rose Gold lyrics

[Intro: Baby Money]
The reason I keep buying rose gold
Think this lil' b*tch a demon, she just come and take my soul
Retired strippers, we pulled up on n*ggas, come and take they pole
If the oven had lips, they’d come and take my stove, yeah
(1-800 for you)

[Verse 1: Baby Money]
Don't say sh*t on Instagram, n*gga, tell me how they smoke
Enough buttons in this b*tch to button up a n*gga coat
Since 2957, I've been f*ckin’ n*ggas' hoes
Since 2018, I've been frontin' n*ggas 'bows
Couple years before that, I wore other n*ggas' clothes
'Fore I signed a deal, I was still goin', hittin’ thе road
They found a diamond in the rough and they was lookin’ for somе gold
First shot hit the truck, I was clutchin' on my pole
First b*tch I wanna f*ck gon’ be touchin' on her toes
Brought her 'round the gang on purpose, now she f*ckin' on my bros
I’m a big boss problem, b*tch
Bet them n*ggas counterfeit
Stash in a foreign 12 mile, they can't find the stick

[Chorus: Baby Money]
n*gga, the money is the reason I keep buying rose gold
Think this lil' b*tch a demon, she just come and take my soul Retired strippers, we pulled up on n*ggas, come and take they pole
If the oven had lips, they'd come and take my stove
n*ggas prayin' up to God while I'm the one that he chose
To live life, f*ck b*tches, rock ice, and stack pros
All-white party, we pullin' up in black Rovers
We ain't worried 'bout no price, my n*gga, them racks on us, yeah
[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Oh, yeah, just flew my Linwood b*tch off to Paris
Made her sign an NDA, this sh*t can't come between my marriage (Can't take sh*t)
Really G7, the solitaire seven carats (Yeah)
Your n*gga starin', so he can't be mad if you stare (I bet you'd do it)
b*tch, green rectangles, white squares, tan circles (Bricks)
n*ggas tellin', they get in that room and write a journal (Snitch)
Five bust Cubans, ten Maybach, RIP Virgil (Ice)
Call of Duty guns, brody gon' run up and thirst you (Stand over him)
I keep buying rose gold, that's what that grind 'bout (Where you goin'?)
Boy, you grown, go get some money, f*ck that cryin' 'bout? (What you doin'?)
In the restaurant with buttons, opps can't dine out (Brrt)
You know who run the f*ckin' city, f*ck you talkin' 'bout?

[Chorus: Baby Money]
n*gga, the money is the reason I keep buying rose gold
Think this lil' b*tch a demon, she just come and take my soul
Retired strippers, we pulled up on n*ggas, come and take they pole
If the oven had lips, they'd come and take my stove
n*ggas prayin' up to God while I'm the one that he chose
To live life, f*ck b*tches, rock ice, and stack pros
All-white party, we pullin' up in black Rovers
We ain't worried 'bout no price, my n*gga, them racks on us, yeah