Lyrics
The reason I keep buyin' rose gold
Think this lil' bitch a demon, she's just come and take my soul
Retired strippers, we pulled up on niggas, come and take they pole
If the oven had lips, they'd come and take my store, yeah
(1-800 Fuck You)
Don't say shit on Instagram, nigga, tell me how they smoke
Enough buttons in this bitch to button up a nigga coat
Since 2-9-5-7, I've been fuckin' niggas hoes
Since 2-0-1-8, I've been frontin' niggas 'bows
Couple years before that, I wore other niggas clothes
'Fore I signed a deal, I was still goin' and hittin' the road
They found the diamond in the rough and they was lookin' for some gold
First shot hit the truck, I was clutchin' on my pole
First bitch I wanna fuck, gon' be touchin' on her toes
Brought her on the gang on purpose, now she's fuckin' on my bros
I'm a big boss, problem, bitch, bet them niggas counterfeit
Stashin' a foreign 12 mile, they can't find this bitch
Nigga, money is the reason I keep buyin' rose gold
Think this lil' bitch a demon, she's just come and take my soul
Retired strippers, we pulled up on niggas, come and take they pole
If the oven had lips, they'd come and take my store
Niggas prayin' up to God while I'm the one that he chose
To live life, fuck bitches, rock, ice, I'm stacked pro
All white party, we pullin' up in black Rovers
We ain't worried 'bout no price, my nigga, them racks on us, yeah
Oh yeah, just flew my Linwood bitch off to Paris
Made her sign an NDA, this shit can't come between my marriage (can't say shit)
Really G7, a solitaire, seven carats (yeah)
Yo' nigga starin', so he can't be mad if you starin', bitch (I be you'd do it)
Green rectangles, white squares, tan circles (bricks)
Niggas tellin', they get in that room and write a journal (snitch)
Five bust Cubans, ten Maybach, Rick Virgil (ice)
Call of Duty guns, brody gon' run up and thirst you (stand over him)
I keep buyin' rose gold, that's what that grind 'bout (where you goin'?)
Boy, you grown, go get some money, fuck that crime 'bout? (What's you doin'?)
In the restaurant with buttons, opps can't dine out (brrt)
You know who run the fuckin' city, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Nigga, money is the reason I keep buyin' rose gold
Think this lil' bitch a demon, she's just come and take my soul
Retired strippers, we pulled up on niggas, come and take they pole
If the oven had lips, they'd come and take my store
Niggas prayin' up to God while I'm the one that he chose
To live life, fuck bitches, rock, ice, I'm stacked pro
All white party, we pullin' up in black Rovers
We ain't worried 'bout no price, my nigga, them racks on us, yeah