ROSEGOLD (feat. T'SHA)
Swear on my soul
Heart stay cold
Chain stay froze
Rose Gold
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I had to stop tellin them people that I'm ballin
So many unrecognized number they keep callin
Bands will make her dance that money attracts all them
She gon make that BBL bounce like it's Spaulding
They didn't have no faith in me so it's fuck all them
Plugs wouldn't front me now I serve all them
Hoes wanna fuck me me now i swerve all them
Still ima make the hoes fall like Autumn
Bitch i came in wit my clique
Been through some shyt
So I'll never let a motherfucker catch me slippin while I'm in the club jigging n shyt
pimping a bitch
U know that I keep it on me cuz people depending on me
You gotta know i still do it big bout do it bigger
Ima be somewhere with my toes in the sand for the winter
Rollin a zip on some thick ass hips
She gon swallow me whole like a boa constrictor
Back in this bitch on my demon shyt, these bars I spit will melt a crucifix
I might throw a party at the Vatican
Make a nun suck my dick and repent
If I drop a album February 5th I'm back in the booth on February 6th
So many screws loose there's no repairing this
But I'm still a gem u better cherish this
My intellect is not to disrespect, but if you are upset then you're not living correct
I'm a conduit of influentialness and it's infectious to my whole environment
And if you wonder why I'm such a terrorist
Why i walk around with this arrogance
It's cuz i fucked fucked around and found out yall fake killers
I mean his voice deeper but he still pussy he Glorilla
I was growing up and never had shyt
Now I'm making sure this shyt is infinite
Swear on my soul
Heart stay cold
Chain stay froze
Rose Gold
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I should slow down on dabbing but I love the waxes
They keep me relaxing from slapping you bastards
To knock ya head backwards I'm tired of u rappers
Come hate on the cracker cause I got the package
You can't hold my baggage call plays like I'm madden
QB like I'm Stafford got rings like the packers
We win when it matters done been up the ladder
So fuck how u feeling
I'm high as the ceiling
I'm tired of y'all bitching
Go get up and get it
Go make u a living
Go get out of the trenches
And set u a mission
To stack up the 50s
And top the positions
In every condition
And make 'em all listen
To see how u vision
And plot out decisions
To run the division
And pocket the Milly to give to the children
Designer clothes I'm good without
But I could go and get it if I want it now
And if I really wanna move I could buy the house
And everytime we roll up we blow o's of loud
I would never care to hear what u talking bout
Cause I know I'm the best never had a doubt
I'm sorry for the smell but the pack is stout
And my plug top notch never had a drought
Rose gold everything
My grill my wrist my watch my diamond chains
I just hotboxed the private plane
I just walked in and made it rain
I can't never lose Roman reigns
I'm still rolling up different strains
All the bags with the different names
Prolly rolling at heavens gate
I'll be high till I'm M I A
Swear on my soul
Heart stay cold
Chain stay froze
Rose Gold
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
Heart stay cold
Chain stay froze
Rose Gold
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I had to stop tellin them people that I'm ballin
So many unrecognized number they keep callin
Bands will make her dance that money attracts all them
She gon make that BBL bounce like it's Spaulding
They didn't have no faith in me so it's fuck all them
Plugs wouldn't front me now I serve all them
Hoes wanna fuck me me now i swerve all them
Still ima make the hoes fall like Autumn
Bitch i came in wit my clique
Been through some shyt
So I'll never let a motherfucker catch me slippin while I'm in the club jigging n shyt
pimping a bitch
U know that I keep it on me cuz people depending on me
You gotta know i still do it big bout do it bigger
Ima be somewhere with my toes in the sand for the winter
Rollin a zip on some thick ass hips
She gon swallow me whole like a boa constrictor
Back in this bitch on my demon shyt, these bars I spit will melt a crucifix
I might throw a party at the Vatican
Make a nun suck my dick and repent
If I drop a album February 5th I'm back in the booth on February 6th
So many screws loose there's no repairing this
But I'm still a gem u better cherish this
My intellect is not to disrespect, but if you are upset then you're not living correct
I'm a conduit of influentialness and it's infectious to my whole environment
And if you wonder why I'm such a terrorist
Why i walk around with this arrogance
It's cuz i fucked fucked around and found out yall fake killers
I mean his voice deeper but he still pussy he Glorilla
I was growing up and never had shyt
Now I'm making sure this shyt is infinite
Swear on my soul
Heart stay cold
Chain stay froze
Rose Gold
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I should slow down on dabbing but I love the waxes
They keep me relaxing from slapping you bastards
To knock ya head backwards I'm tired of u rappers
Come hate on the cracker cause I got the package
You can't hold my baggage call plays like I'm madden
QB like I'm Stafford got rings like the packers
We win when it matters done been up the ladder
So fuck how u feeling
I'm high as the ceiling
I'm tired of y'all bitching
Go get up and get it
Go make u a living
Go get out of the trenches
And set u a mission
To stack up the 50s
And top the positions
In every condition
And make 'em all listen
To see how u vision
And plot out decisions
To run the division
And pocket the Milly to give to the children
Designer clothes I'm good without
But I could go and get it if I want it now
And if I really wanna move I could buy the house
And everytime we roll up we blow o's of loud
I would never care to hear what u talking bout
Cause I know I'm the best never had a doubt
I'm sorry for the smell but the pack is stout
And my plug top notch never had a drought
Rose gold everything
My grill my wrist my watch my diamond chains
I just hotboxed the private plane
I just walked in and made it rain
I can't never lose Roman reigns
I'm still rolling up different strains
All the bags with the different names
Prolly rolling at heavens gate
I'll be high till I'm M I A
Swear on my soul
Heart stay cold
Chain stay froze
Rose Gold
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathon Bass
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