Tropicana Roses

Lyrics

[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 DZA Dap 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 know 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 just cause I'm hungry She [?], she actin' 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 my old hoes (Oh) You talkin money (Oh) , them niggas broke (Oh) You tryin to get this pack? (Oh) , I'm just making sure You could call me Kush God but my checks say Pompey Don't mess up the feng shui Blunt smoker on the Bombay (Go 'head) Cold tooth for the hoes too Nigga fuck around 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 know I made it, made Bring the tropicana, make mimosas Make sure the promoter get the bottles with the roses [Chorus]