Gold Roses (feat. Drake)

Yeah

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

Yeah

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 2020 clear vision

You sayin' let you finish, I ain't tryin' 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 the court, I must have blew a mili'

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 **** the vision was ours

Still a part of shawty even if we've been livin' apart

Roxx will 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 to show the city the one they appointed

The one that's rebuilding schools and feedin' the homeless, hang with my ****

But sometimes I be trying to 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 got to get the most of everything" is the axis on which it sit and twirls

Point blank period, like a City Girl and then I'll bring it back to 50 world

Aye, whoa, you made me this way, yeah

Before I'm gone outta this place, yeah

Put some flowers in my face

Won't you let me know that I did okay?

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

They love to wait till it's too late, too late

It's this one right here, yo (Aye)

I was nominated, never won a Grammy

But I understand they'll never understand me

Lotta lives lost but I never panicked

Lotta 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 they 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, FedExin' for real

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

While 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 to set

I'll let your Soul Glo, 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 prawns, thought you was Spanish

Bottles for the Don, our parties the biggest (Maybach Music)

Aye, whoa, you made me this way, yeah

Before I'm gone outta this place, yeah

Put some flowers in my face

Won't you let me know that I did okay?

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

They love to wait till it's too late, too late (Aye)

Had a dream she was singin' to me like Gladys Knight

True love in the projects is called paradise

All your **** left, you wasn't actin' right

But honesty itself a small sacrifice

My moneybag heavy, got me packin' light

You movin' funny, can you fuel my appetite?

****' conversations, a lot of it false

You own condos right over Carnegie Hall

Speak about your cars but all of them parked

You ****' money light, come out of the dark

You really are my type, this 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'

Aye, whoa, you made me this way, yeah

Before I'm gone outta this place, yeah

Put some flowers in my face

Won't you let me know that I did okay?

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

They love to wait till it's too late, too late (Aye) (Maybach Music)