Roses
Butterfly Roses
Champagne toasting
Instagram pics, you posing
Blood filled with liqs, know you tryna get chosen
Rocks on my wrist, know my time stay frozen
Molly in my drink so all that talking, it ain't me that's speaking
Wore the cuban link, up on a faucet, Jesus peace been leaking
Stop it with the gossip, bottle popping it's a couple thousand
Don't be talking money, if the menu comes and you just browsing
Yes of course, she be talking to me funny when I'm riding in a Porsche
Seven summers going under, tell me baby what's your source
If I get rich and them my pictures in designer
Understand that money don't matter when I'm lying dead alone
Best believe the money coming the way I'm stunting with the dough
She was running of the jump but then she threw it back some more
It's hard to live the life, when we through, we back on road
Know we really bout that action, all my hitters trained to go
I gave you 120 on a bill, all from Magic City
I could tell you coming from the field like my name was Diddy
You been tryna show me love is real the way you rolling with me
Well baby what you want from me
Legs shake but split the bill you living comfortably
Know this ain't a Richard Mille, I'm speaking honestly
I know them niggas play your time, but know they under me
Just know that money never comes for free
Screaming dolla dolla bills, but it ain't come from me
Know a lot of pretty girls been tryna comfort me
But the only girl up in my world thats getting love from me is you
Crush 25, laid back up in the booth
She give a lot of love when we in the coupe
20 bottles in the club and they coming to the section
Misdirection, now they all up the session like woah
Turn me up a bit more
Yea
Butterflies & Roses n that
I gave you 120 on a bill, all from Magic City
I could tell you coming from the field like my name was Diddy
You been tryna show me love is real the way you rolling with me
Yes of course, she be talking to me funny when I'm riding in a Porsche
Seven summers going under, tell me baby what's your source
If I get rich and them my pictures in designer
Understand that money don't matter when I'm lying dead alone
Best believe the money coming the way I'm stunting with the dough
She was running of the jump but then she threw it back some more
It's hard to live the life, when we through, we back on road
Know we really bout that action, all my hitters trained to go
Champagne toasting
Instagram pics, you posing
Blood filled with liqs, know you tryna get chosen
Rocks on my wrist, know my time stay frozen
Molly in my drink so all that talking, it ain't me that's speaking
Wore the cuban link, up on a faucet, Jesus peace been leaking
Stop it with the gossip, bottle popping it's a couple thousand
Don't be talking money, if the menu comes and you just browsing
Yes of course, she be talking to me funny when I'm riding in a Porsche
Seven summers going under, tell me baby what's your source
If I get rich and them my pictures in designer
Understand that money don't matter when I'm lying dead alone
Best believe the money coming the way I'm stunting with the dough
She was running of the jump but then she threw it back some more
It's hard to live the life, when we through, we back on road
Know we really bout that action, all my hitters trained to go
I gave you 120 on a bill, all from Magic City
I could tell you coming from the field like my name was Diddy
You been tryna show me love is real the way you rolling with me
Well baby what you want from me
Legs shake but split the bill you living comfortably
Know this ain't a Richard Mille, I'm speaking honestly
I know them niggas play your time, but know they under me
Just know that money never comes for free
Screaming dolla dolla bills, but it ain't come from me
Know a lot of pretty girls been tryna comfort me
But the only girl up in my world thats getting love from me is you
Crush 25, laid back up in the booth
She give a lot of love when we in the coupe
20 bottles in the club and they coming to the section
Misdirection, now they all up the session like woah
Turn me up a bit more
Yea
Butterflies & Roses n that
I gave you 120 on a bill, all from Magic City
I could tell you coming from the field like my name was Diddy
You been tryna show me love is real the way you rolling with me
Yes of course, she be talking to me funny when I'm riding in a Porsche
Seven summers going under, tell me baby what's your source
If I get rich and them my pictures in designer
Understand that money don't matter when I'm lying dead alone
Best believe the money coming the way I'm stunting with the dough
She was running of the jump but then she threw it back some more
It's hard to live the life, when we through, we back on road
Know we really bout that action, all my hitters trained to go
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Writer(s): Kuzivakwashe Chikukwa
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