Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roses & Bentleys, artist - Dolan BeatsDate of issue: 17.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Roses & Bentleys |
| Hoppin' in Roses and Bentleys |
| Took your lil bitch to Tiffany’s |
| You know my shoes from Italy |
| You know my hittas' stay with me |
| I got that gold Egyptian |
| Hop out that bitch, let it empty |
| I’m having them racks, no pension |
| I’m having them bags from pimpin' |
| Hoppin' in Roses and Bentleys |
| Took your lil bitch to Tiffany’s |
| You know my shoes from Italy |
| You know my hittas' stay with me |
| I got that gold Egyptian |
| Hop out that bitch, let it empty |
| I’m having them racks, no pension |
| I’m having them bags from pimpin' |
| Go to Atlanta just to fuck up Lennox |
| Hop out the rental, but I got it tinted |
| Trap out her spot till she get evicted |
| Walk through with five shooters like the Pistons |
| Praying we here cause these niggas be snitchin' |
| Don’t ever trust these niggas, they be switchin' |
| Niggas bitches, all they want is attention |
| I got a 50 round extension |
| Why yo lil bitch keep asking if I’m pimpin' |
| Hoppin' in Roses and Bentleys |
| FN hold 20, call that shit Genobli |
| Nigga I shoot, I ain’t missing |
| Hop out on em' at the red light |
| Sent me brother to the Feds, twice |
| Watchin' niggas cause it’s on sight |
| 23 on me, I shoot like Mike |
| Hoppin' in Roses and Bentleys |
| Took your lil bitch to Tiffany’s |
| You know my shoes from Italy |
| You know my hittas' stay with me |
| I got that gold Egyptian |
| Hop out that bitch, let it empty |
| I’m having them racks, no pension |
| I’m having them bags from pimpin' |
| Hoppin' in Roses and Bentleys |
| Took your lil bitch to Tiffany’s |
| You know my shoes from Italy |
| You know my hittas' stay with me |
| I got that gold Egyptian |
| Hop out that bitch, let it empty |
| I’m having them racks, no pension |
| I’m having them bags from pimpin' |
| Rixh nigga, I could build yo bitch |
| The lady special when I |
| Feel the shower, love that gold shit |
| Rank higher than an old nigga |
| Hop out the Rose or Bentley |
| You know my shooter stay with me |
| I came up from mixed intentions |
| Put VVS in a tennis |
| Pull out and buss on her titties |
| You know that my bitch is a 20 |
| I’ll pull up and hurt your lil feelings |
| I been winning from the beginning |
| You other niggas been pretending |
| Look in your eyes, you pussy |
| OG, I never been rookie |
| Press a button, roof go missing |
| Hoppin' in Roses and Bentleys |
| Took your lil bitch to Tiffany’s |
| You know my shoes from Italy |
| You know my hittas' stay with me |
| I got that gold Egyptian |
| Hop out that bitch, let it empty |
| I’m having them racks, no pension |
| I’m having them bags from pimpin' |
| Hoppin' in Roses and Bentleys |
| Took your lil bitch to Tiffany’s |
| You know my shoes from Italy |
| You know my hittas' stay with me |
| I got that gold Egyptian |
| Hop out that bitch, let it empty |
| I’m having them racks, no pension |
| I’m having them bags from pimpin' |
| I make the Mur sing like a symphony |
| New Rome, but this is not Italy |
| It ain’t bout' money, then we ain’t kickin' it |
| Bloody muddy make me slur my sentences |
| no written |
| check the Benjis |
| I’m the source, never been the middleman |
| I got them for 23, Michael Jordan |
| When it touch to Atlanta, I Scotty Pippen it |
| Prices goin' skyrocket |
| I’m fuckin' yo bitch in a highrise |
| You thought she was loyal, she two-timed you |
| She hangin' on the mic, I might sign her |
| Young nigga, … stolen Bentley |
| fill em' with cool |
| Spin the corner, then I draw attention |
| Wrist hangin' out the window drippin' |
| Hoppin' in Roses and Bentleys |
| Took your lil bitch to Tiffany’s |
| You know my shoes from Italy |
| You know my hittas' stay with me |
| I got that gold Egyptian |
| Hop out that bitch, let it empty |
| I’m having them racks, no pension |
| I’m having them bags from pimpin' |
| Hoppin' in Roses and Bentleys |
| Took your lil bitch to Tiffany’s |
| You know my shoes from Italy |
| You know my hittas' stay with me |
| I got that gold Egyptian |
| Hop out that bitch, let it empty |
| I’m having them racks, no pension |
| I’m having them bags from pimpin' |