rose Lyrics

Yea

Yea yeah

Remember back then I was skinny and broke

Gaining new weight I can't fit in my clothes

Getting new money this shit not a joke

Yea yeah

That's your lil girlfriend I already know

I'm prolly gon fuck her you know how it go

She for the team she get passed to the bro

Yea yeah

I'm ballin I feel like a young Derrick Rose

Look at my eyes same color as rose

I'm fucking this bitch in the back of the Rolls

Yea yeah

I send my luv through a messenger dove

Its that time of the year its that time of the month

You can run up on me just don't run out of luck

Yea yeah

Glock 17 on my lap I'm a soldier

They don't give fuck about you till its over

We don't give fuck about you thought I told ya

Yea yeah

My dads still alive because of his donors

I gotta get all my dreams right in order

Give me the drugs ill meet at the border

Yea yeah

She fucking with me she not fucking with you

I got people depending on me to break through

People depending on me for this music

All of those hard times I got through it

Stop acting tuff lil boi well get it to it

Gimme the ball at the buzzer ill pull it

Look at my music baby I get to it

Listen what saying ill start to influence

Big body bodyguard call his ass brutus

This bitch an NPC I swear that she clueless

Shout out nugget he a wiz on computers

Fathers day but I'm not seeing my father

What's that right there I got blue on my collar

Work every day I'm out here in the sun

She fell in luv with me cuz I'm the one

Yea yeah

She fell in luv with me cuz I'm the one

Wearing a D.A.R.E shirt playing with drugs

Step on my haters like if they were bugs

Wasup with these pussys always like to mug

I'm done being broke I'm hanging that up

Yea I'm done being broke I'm hanging it

Yea

Yea yeah

Remember back that I was skinny and broke

Gaining new weight I can't fit in my clothes

I'm getting new money this shit not a joke

Yea yeah

That's your lil girlfriend i already know

I'm prolly gon fuck her you know how it go

She for the team she get passed to the bro

Yea yeah

I'm ballin I feel like a young Derrick Rose

Look at my eyes same color as rose

I'm fucking this bitch in the back of the Rolls

Yea yeah

I send my luv through a messenger dove

Its that time of the year its that time of the month

You could run up on me just don't run out of luck