Rose Gold

[Intro: Baby Money]
The reason I keep buying 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 other one had lips, they'd come and take my store, yeah
(1-800 for you)

[Verse 1: Baby Money]
Don't say shit on Instagram, nigga, tell me how they smoke
Enough buttons in this bitch to button up a nigga coat
Since 2957, I’ve been fuckin' niggas hoes
Since 2018, I've been frontin' niggas 'bows
Couple years before that, I wore other niggas clothes
'Fore I signed a dеal, I was still goin' and hitting the the road
They found thе 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 touching 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
Stashing a foreign 12 mile, they can't find this bitch

[Chorus: Baby Money]
Nigga, the money is the reason I keep buying 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 other one 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

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
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 take 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 telling, 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 buying 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 doing?)
In the restaurant with buttons, opps can't dine out (Brrt)
You know who run the fucking city, fuck you talkin' 'bout?

[Chorus: Baby Money]
Nigga, the money is the reason I keep buying 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 other one 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