Gold Roses (feat. Rick Ross)

[Rick Ross]

This different right here, yo

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I was nominated, never won a Grammy

But I understand, they'll never understand me

Lot of lives lost, but I never panicked

Lot of lines crossed, I never did a Xanny

A hundred room mansion but I felt abandoned

Love makin’ love, but where will love land me?

Jealous, so their bitches be actin' like they sleepin' on us

But they speakin’ on us, jewelers quote us even numbers

Still blowin' smoke as angels float above us

Love givin' back, but will they ever love us?

Chanel in the mail, FedEx from Pharrell

And what I got for sale just sit on the scale

Triple beam dream, a buck on the shades

I really seen things give mothers the shakes

I really bought cars for women on face

I know it seem odd, but money amazin'

College loans really did fuck up her credit

Discover cards, look back, I know she regret it

But we keep pushin', keep our foot on the pedal

In the mirror she a blessin', rebukin' the devil

Livin' on the edge, she keepin’ me level

Money come and go, I’ma keep you forever

Money come and go, I'ma keep you forever (forever)

Slip-on glass slippers and tickle with feathers

Everywhere we go, we create a dilemma

Coming to America, really the set

I’ll let your soul glow, I'm keepin' you wet

All my cold Decembers, I know she remembers

Forgiveness for a sinner, but is it that simple?

Holdin' on your hands, your body’s a temple

Fly you out to Cannes, ménages with bitches

Lobsters and the prawns, thought you was Spanish

Bottles for the Don, our parties the biggest (Biggest, biggest)

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[Drake]

Ayy, woah

You made me this way, yeah

Before I'm gone outta this place, yeah

Put some flowers in my vase, won't you?

Let me know that I did okay, yeah

Don't wait 'til some other day, no, no

They love to wait 'til it's too late, too late (ayy)

[Rick Ross]

Had a dream she was singin' to me like Gladys Knight

True love in the projects is called paradise

All your niggas left, you wasn't actin' right

But honesty itself a small sacrifice

My money bag heavy, got me packin' light

You movin' funny, can you fill my appetite?

Niggas' conversations, a lot of it false

He own condos right over Carnegie Hall

Speak about your cars, but all of 'em parked

Your niggas' money light, come out of the dark

You really are my type, that's not a facade

One of the reasons why I write, we got a synopsis

I'm always at the top of barbershop gossip

After further thought, better not knock 'em

Allocate some dollars to go out shoppin'

Bitch, we on the real, it's time to stop talkin' (stop talkin', stop talkin')

[Drake]

Ayy, woah

You made me this way, yeah

Before I'm gone outta this place, yeah

Put some flowers in my vase, won't you?

Let me know that I did okay, yeah

Don't wait 'til some other day, no, no

They love to wait 'til it's too late, too late (Ayy)

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