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rosewood swing - blk ferrari i lyrics

[intro}
it’s all about six figures
sh+t you balling if you got five figures

[verse]

n+ggas get me on camera and they ask me the dumbest questions
how many m’s when you cut the check is the honest question
and why they giving y’all the minimum on all they verses
we ride in ford f+150’s, you ride in he+rs+s
but since i’m here, i been building stocks
and been building flocks
and revealing opps
as i watch the government watch the world die of famine
and eating raising cane’s while i’m watching raising kanan

and rose ain’t never been heartbroke ’bout a broke b+tch
i’m on some alexander w+ng sh+t, you on some coach sh+t
and n+ggas ain’t comin’ up off no weight, n+ggas got cpn’s
so when you really taking risks, then you come see me friend

high class living’, other n+ggas is moderate
as long as i’m living, i’m supplying you with the hottest sh+t
dead man walking, better tell brent
money is the root of all evil and i’m h+llbent

once you caught in that water, you can’t dive out it
you telling me yo homie died, and you ain’t ride ’bout it
i’m in that wide body, chains look like jail housing
i’ll be godd+mned if i’m walking out with twelve thousand

n+ggas say they hot, but who gone take this sh+t the farthest
comme de garcon, no you can’t get this sh+t from target
i’m where the guys at, smoking god pack
leave a n+gga leaking on the pillow where he slob at
and make ’em slide back, 330i beamer yeah i drive that
i’m really on point, n+ggas looking like where the lob at
find me up in fine luxurious penthousing
you tryna cop the crib, but i’m tryna cop the island

if yeen what i’m on, stay off of this
why them n+ggas come around acting off as sh+t
keep one up in the head, safety off as sh+t
quickdraw, lights out, straight offing sh+t

got me praying to the ceiling
now his mama crying cause i put him on some guildan
sorry for the loss, tell them n+ggas quit stealing
when sh+t get hot, in+n+out i’m still grilling

i’m a real baller, you a regular civilian
you talking ’bout a thousand, i’m tryna make a million
they wanna see me rolling, but this ain’t no coup de ville and
the cops’ll pull me over cause the top was too revealing

i can’t put my guap up, my guap is my hoe
and my hoe go everywhere i go
and yeah n+ggas know if the white stepped on when we trade blow
n+gga we gone trade blows, and that’s the way it goes

start the beat back go harder
birthed alot of rap n+ggas i’m a whole father
came up out the curtains like, you are the father
n+ggas look up to me would’ve thought i was the carter
n+ggas countin’ quarters, ion even bother
if you don’t want beef, n+gga tell me what you ordered
and i’m rapping like i came out the melphamine
with so much self esteem, i stay talking sh+t

i don’t be stupid cause i got this hit
n+gga please don’t run up in here, i got this stick
just dropped a check at pnc that hoe just hit
and a b+tch gone forever miss what she can’t get

somebody tell these young n+ggas stop bragging along
on they instagram just dragging along
cause when them n+ggas see you then they grabbing they homes
kick down the front door now they bask in ya home

a n+gga could’ve quit, i still held on
what the f+ck you do when cards get dealt wrong
and i’m in that red testerosa jamming og gladys
me and my homie skrilla finally reached og status

and you don’t wanna start me
honey the paramedics’ll be here shortly
took the top off, wonder how i drop this sh+t
i pop this sh+t, they wondering how i got this sh+t

and stop buying stocks, you know it bake slow
you either after cheese, the queso, or get the cake slow
officials all up in the field tryna stop the base load
but i’m a g, i used to bring the p’s by the case load

my n+gga how you in the hood, and your crib got a picasso
could’ve got that sh+t from costco, as far as i know
and if it wasn’t for the rap music, where would i go
probably out here playing step daddy with some jive hoe

f+ck a pig, state trooper, they can die slow
how you want it, to the face or gut? high or low?
all i want is money, had to get that sh+t the fastest
it’s either you get rich or it’s ashes to ashes

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