Tropicana Roses

[Verse 1:] Fuck bitches, get money Rainy days fly somewhere where it’s sunny [?] I’m feeling lovely Might blow a O, sip on some bubbly Bring the tropicana, make mimosas Make sure the promoter get the bottles with the roses, perrie Lots of perrie now we emotional Anyway i’m gon levitate now i’m gon roll this, roll this Everywhere I go i’m loaded You know it’s [?] Drop a nigga snap a picture Front on your foes make them fuck niggas bitter Cause real niggas re-up and get more cheddar Everywhere I be at I be faded Pockets fulla paper Fill my ora now I made it, made Bring the tropicana, make mimosas Make sure the promoter get the bottles with the roses [Chorus:] Fuck bitches, get money[x3] Smiling cause i’m hot but ain't a damn thang funny [Verse 2:] Fuck bitches, get money No occasion do Philipe jus cause i’m hungry She [?], she acting funky I’m tryna slide though, she got the donkey Throw the bottle back like i’m stone cold Posted on the block like i’m Marlo Ten bands and on my cargos Still gon fuck all hoes You talkin money, them niggas broke Tryin to get this pack, i’m just making sure You could call me cush god but my checks say pompeii Don’t mess up the feng shui Gon smoke it on the Bombay Cartoon for the hoes too Nigga fuck aroun and get laid Give him a threesome, make his day now Why don’t you roll another J Everywhere I be at I be faded Pockets fulla paper Fill my ora now I made it, made Bring the tropicana, make mimosas Make sure the promoter get the bottles with the roses [Chorus]