Rose Gold lyrics

by

Baby Smoove


[Intro]
b*tch, I been that n*gga, this VVS on-
(Ayy, Melly, what the f*ck is that?)
b*tch, I-
b*tch, I-

[Verse]
b*tch, I been that n*gga, this VVS on rose gold
n*ggas hear that switch and start losing they composure
I been pouring fours in my cup, this ain't no [?]
b*tch, I got that yayo from the island, got some odor
But I got franchise on my face, I'm a real closer
But I'm smoking on strong, I don't knock it if you sold it
Hellcats and ZL1's, I can't pull up in no Cobra
Sixty-three, I'm in the Benz, I'm over rich, I know they told you
Hell yeah, we in the seven double 0 when we get on you
sh*t, I only f*ck with letters in my stones, my diamonds bulletproof
You can tell they VVS when you look I don't really gotta prove
I'm really rich but I still grind like I ain't got sh*t
I be really keeping quiet but these n*ggas know we mop sh*t
Half a million all on jewelry in one month, it make the opps sick
[?] I'ma take her phone if she a opp b*tch
All that sneak dissing going against the grain now that's my sh*t
Can't believe a n*gga [?] shoot four got on some some opp sh*t
Tell them people that you here until you make it I ain't forgot sh*t
I put that piece all on baguettes thats 5 times what the chain is
Every time i get a chain you know im gone tag my jeweler
Bust [?] This is not no frank muller
What type of n*gga buying kicks but dont never tag his jeweler
Best car and best dressed since high school i been coolin
Im in LA with some models they on coke im sippin drink
I got a crush she out the country when she come im goin crazy
You know the guys they call me bottle you dont know me by that name
But your b*tch just call me baby when we f*ck she wear the chain
That n*gga out here chasing pus*y with no money in his pocket
He tryna pay to f*ck he got horny money in his wallet
I love pourin fours time to put some pints in my stomach
I bet i make it home on every high speed make em stop it
On my wrist this a brick
Bald heads in my switch
Get to pullin make em twist
Real hitta i won't miss
How you broke and you dont hustle that sh*t really make no sense
Im a Icey motherf*cker hoes treat me like im prince
So much faith in this gun use it every time i spin
So Much faith in my plug he'll front a 10 for 10
n*ggas know we franchise get to hanging on that rim
Ain't law abiding citizens they the type to give a tip
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