roses ft. soarr Lyrics

She made this t-shirt that says, I heart Aaron

I gotta glock and I ride with a c4

I'm making money, but bitch ima need more

Searching for opps, like finding no nemo

I run up my check what she all on my D for

Qwaulifies put me on, awl bitch hell nah

I fuck your bitch and you know I go raw dog

That nigga talking we send him to hall call

Yeah, I'm makin' money so I'm gonna pop off

That nigga praying, we send him a halo

Hundred round choppa, it came with a Draco

I rise and I strike, but sometimes I stay low

I got a baddie, she lookin' like J-Lo

Remember the Glock, it erupt like volcanoes

Come through your house like a motherfuckin' tornado

I got a bitch, she gon' do what I say so

She Gon' play with your feelings like it was some Play-Doh

Girl, I wanna get to know you

I got some things that I could just show you

But I just ain't know how to approach you

You ain't know what it's like to be loved, let me show you

You ain't know me before, but I knew you

Cause girl, you know I was into you

If you stop playin', baby, it could be us two

Cause girl, you know I was into you

Cause I swear you got me in a trance

I might just have to go take you to France

The love that we got, I could call it romance

Look at your love from afar, it's a glance

One more night, baby, we could just dance

Wetting you up like you was a plant

I know you got red flags, but now they transplant

They say love is a curves, now I'm runnin' a slant

Gettin' the money, you really just can't

Your pockets so small, they look like some ants

Yeah, you get crushed like a bag of Doritos

Or maybe wrapped up, no burritos

On this account, it's some zeros

I want the pesos and I want the racks

Really, I want the dineros

I just be walkin' and walkin' around

All these people some weirdos

And I don't know what to do

Only type of money I want is blue

And only type of girl I want is you

Please slide

Please slide through

I gotta glock and I ride with a c4

I'm making money, but bitch ima need more

Searching for opps, like finding no nemo

I run up my check what she all on my D for

Qwaulifies put me on, awl bitch hell nah

I fuck your bitch and you know I go raw dog

That nigga talking we send him to hall call

Yeah, I'm makin' money but I'm gonna pop off