Roses & Bentleys lyrics

[Chorus: DrugRixh Peso]
Hoppin’ in Roses and Bentleys
Took your lil b*tch to Tiffany’s
You know my shoes from Italy
You know my hittas’ stay with me
I got that gold Egyptian
Hop out that b*tch, let it empty
I’m having them racks, no pension
I’m having them bags from pimpin’
Hoppin’ in Roses and Bentleys
Took your lil b*tch to Tiffany’s
You know my shoes from Italy
You know my hittas’ stay with me
I got that gold Egyptian
Hop out that b*tch, let it empty
I’m having them racks, no pension
I’m having them bags from pimpin’

[Verse 1: Shabazz PBG]
Go to Atlanta just to f*ck up Lennox
Hop out the rental, but I got it tinted
Trap out her spot till she get evicted
Walk through with five shooters like the Pistons
Praying we here cause these n*ggas be snitchin'
Don't ever trust these n*ggas, they be switchin'
n*ggas b*tches, all they want is attention
I got a 50 round extension
Why yo lil b*tch keep asking if I'm pimpin'
Hoppin’ in Roses and Bentleys [DrugRixh Peso]
FN hold 20, call that sh*t Genobli
n*gga I shoot, I ain't missing
Hop out on em' at the red light
Sent me brother to the Feds, twice
Watchin' n*ggas cause it's on sight
23 on me, I shoot like Mike
[Chorus: DrugRixh Peso]
Hoppin’ in Roses and Bentleys
Took your lil b*tch to Tiffany’s
You know my shoes from Italy
You know my hittas’ stay with me
I got that gold Egyptian
Hop out that b*tch, let it empty
I’m having them racks, no pension
I’m having them bags from pimpin’
Hoppin’ in Roses and Bentleys
Took your lil b*tch to Tiffany’s
You know my shoes from Italy
You know my hittas’ stay with me
I got that gold Egyptian
Hop out that b*tch, let it empty
I’m having them racks, no pension
I’m having them bags from pimpin’

[Verse 2: DrugRixh Peso]
Rixh n*gga, I could build yo b*tch
The lady special when I [?step a kit?]
Feel the shower, love that gold sh*t
Rank higher than an old n*gga
Hop out the Rose or Bentley
You know my shooter stay with me
I came up from mixed intentions
Put VVS in a tennis
Pull out and buss on her titties
You know that my b*tch is a 20
I'll pull up and hurt your lil feelings
I been winning from the beginning
You other n*ggas been pretending
Look in your eyes, you pus*y
OG, I never been rookie
Press a button, roof go missing
[Chorus: DrugRixh Peso]
Hoppin’ in Roses and Bentleys
Took your lil b*tch to Tiffany’s
You know my shoes from Italy
You know my hittas’ stay with me
I got that gold Egyptian
Hop out that b*tch, let it empty
I’m having them racks, no pension
I’m having them bags from pimpin’
Hoppin’ in Roses and Bentleys
Took your lil b*tch to Tiffany’s
You know my shoes from Italy
You know my hittas’ stay with me
I got that gold Egyptian
Hop out that b*tch, let it empty
I’m having them racks, no pension
I’m having them bags from pimpin’

[Verse 3: DrugRixh Scarfo Da Plug]
I make the Mur sing like a symphony
New Rome, but this is not Italy
It ain't bout' money, then we ain't kickin' it
Bloody muddy make me slur my sentences
[?Piece, now catch me down?]no written
[?Mark told me True?]check the Benjis
I'm the source, never been the middleman
I got them for 23, Michael Jordan
When it touch to Atlanta, I Scotty Pippen it
Prices goin' skyrocket
I'm f*ckin' yo b*tch in a highrise
You thought she was loyal, she two-timed you
She hangin' on the mic, I might sign her
Young n*gga, ... stolen Bentley
[?Switch?] fill em' with cool [?tips?]
Spin the corner, then I draw attention
Wrist hangin' out the window drippin'
[Chorus: DrugRixh Peso]
Hoppin’ in Roses and Bentleys
Took your lil b*tch to Tiffany’s
You know my shoes from Italy
You know my hittas’ stay with me
I got that gold Egyptian
Hop out that b*tch, let it empty
I’m having them racks, no pension
I’m having them bags from pimpin’
Hoppin’ in Roses and Bentleys
Took your lil b*tch to Tiffany’s
You know my shoes from Italy
You know my hittas’ stay with me
I got that gold Egyptian
Hop out that b*tch, let it empty
I’m having them racks, no pension
I’m having them bags from pimpin’