Bài hát Gold Roses [Bản MP3] Báo Lỗi

I'm home now, it's over now, so

She got a thing for Chanel vintage

That dropped

Before she could speak English

Do you love me

Or love seekin' attention

I mean which one is it

You keep callin' me ya twin

But twins ain't this different

Mentally I'm already on next year

That's some 20/20 clear vision

You sayin' let you finish

I ain't tryna hear it

I'm all for spiritual liftin'

But I don't fly Spirit

I'm all for findin' happiness

But down to die serious

All smiles, Kevin Durant trials

Had to blow it on a court

I must have blew a milli'

I'm walkin' on all charges

That's my new Achilles

I know they love to rock a check

But who gon' do it really. Really

My depositions never surface

Tanenbaum know the logo

On the jersey

It's gettin' purchased

Ten years in and y'all yet to hear

My most impressive verses

Paid the cost to be the boss

Wasn't even

My most expensive purchase

Trust when I say

I'm never on the shit

They assumin' I'm on

Tales about me are like corridos

In Culiacán

Sashimi from Saito

You know that man two Michelin Star

Postcard from Grace Bay

Sendin' my distant regards

Vision wasn't mine

Told my niggas the vision was ours

Still a part of shorty

Even if we've been livin' apart

Roxx'll do you filthy for me soon

As I give him the nod

Meanin' he'll blast for me

Like puttin' the 6 with the God

Hop on a float and show the city

The one they appointed

The one that's rebuildin' schools

And feedin' the homeless

Hang with my niggas

But sometimes I be tryna avoid it

'Cause they'll get to poppin'

Out of place like they double jointed

Goals was the top of the pyramid

In this shitty world

I gotta get the most of everything

Is the axis on which it sit and twirls

Point blank period, like a City Girl

And then I bring it back to 50 world

Ay, whoa

You made me this way

Before I'm gone outta this place

Put some flowers in my face

Won't you

Let me know that I did okay

Don't wait 'til some other day, no, no

They love to wait 'til it's too late

It's too late

I was nominated

Never won a Grammy

But I understand

They'll never understand me

Lot of lives lost, but I never panicked

Lot of lines crossed

I never did a Xanny

A hundred room mansion

But I felt abandoned

Love makin' love

But where will love land me

Jealous, so their bitches be actin'

Like they sleepin' on us

But they speakin' on us

Jewelers quote us even numbers

Still blowin' smoke

As angels float above us

Love givin' back

But will they ever love us

Chanel in the mail

FedEx from Pharrell

And what I got for sale

Just sit on the scale

Triple beam dream

A buck on the shades

I really seen things

Give mothers the shakes

I really bought cars

For women on face

I know it seem odd

But money amazin'

College loans really did

Fuck up her credit

Discover cards, look back

I know she regret it

But we keep pushin'

Keep our foot on the pedal

In the mirror she a blessin'

Rebukin' the Devil

Livin' on the edge

She keepin' me level

Money come and go

I'ma keep you forever

Money come and go

I'ma keep you forever

Slip-on glass slippers

And tickle with feathers

Everywhere we go

We create a dilemma

Coming to America, really the set

I'll let your soul glow

I'm keepin' you wet

All my cold Decembers

I know she remembers

Forgiveness for a sinner

But is it that simple

Holdin' on your hands

Your body's a temple

Fly you out to Cannes

Ménages with bitches

Lobsters and the prawn

Thought you was Spanish

Bottles for the Don

Our parties the biggest

Ay, whoa

You made me this way

Before I'm gone outta this place

Put some flowers in my face

Won't you

Let me know that I did okay

Don't wait 'til some other day, no, no

They love to wait 'til it's too late

Too late

Had a dream she was singin'

To me like Gladys Knight

True love in the projects

Is called paradise

All your niggas left

You wasn't actin' right

But honesty itself a small sacrifice

My money bag heavy

Got me packin' light

You movin' funny

Can you fill my appetite

Niggas' conversations, a lot of it false

He own condos

Right over Carnegie Hall

Speak about your cars

But all of 'em parked

Your niggas' money light

Come out of the dark

You really are my type

That's not a facade

One of the reasons why I write

We got a synopsis

I'm always at the top of

Barbershop gossip

After further thought

Better not knock 'em

Allocate some dollars

To go out shoppin'

Bitch, we on the real

It's time to stop talkin'

Ay, whoa

You made me this way

Before I'm gone outta this place

Put some flowers in my face

Won't you

Let me know that I did okay

Don't wait 'til some other day, no, no

They love to wait 'til it's too late

Too late