Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cars, Clothes, Rose Gold , by - QuillyRelease date: 08.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cars, Clothes, Rose Gold |
| Rappin' like I’m trappin', it’s gon' only make me richer |
| Loadin' up the 30 and I give it to my hitter |
| Funny how I’m winnin, I was losin' like the 6ers |
| People prayin' that I give up but I never been a quitter |
| Benji; |
| my nigga, bank teller; |
| my nigga |
| In Saks Fifth, doin' the money dance cuz my bankroll a lil thicker |
| Benz 600 but the shooters in a sprinter |
| I already fucked the summer up, now I’m ready for the winter |
| Streets cold, need to keep me warm; |
| chinchilla |
| Fiends walkin' to me like the Zombies that’s in «Thriller» |
| Everybody got a shooter but who really got a killa? |
| Couple rappers doin' big, I’m just here to do it bigger |
| Dam! |
| Fuck swag, I rather be wavy |
| Fuck the love, I’d rather you hate me |
| Ball wit my niggas' right after my shows |
| Cars, clothes, rose gold, whoa, whoa, whoa! |
| 25 for a verse, name a rapper that can see me |
| Wire me the money, you won’t even get to meet me |
| Funny how I’m wavy, they ain’t like me, I was peasy |
| Now I’m fresh up out of jail, my time was shorter than C-Breezy |
| Got the streets on lock, I ain’t givin' up the combo |
| Rittenhouse Square, lookin' down from the condo |
| Hatin' niggas' ain’t wanna see me home like LeBron tho |
| Lookin' at my presidential, finally my time hoe |
| In the county trappin', Quilly really rappin' |
| Fuckin' up the mike, I’m talkin' Tyson, Jordan, Jackson |
| Just was lookin' at a 4−8, how did all this happen? |
| Switchin' up my gears and I did it in a year, dam! |
| Fuck swag, I rather be wavy |
| Fuck the love, I’d rather you hate me |
| Ball wit my niggas' right after my shows |
| Cars, clothes, rose gold, whoa, whoa, whoa! |
| Get up out the hood, I can see me now |
| What did all that hatin get you? |
| I’m on tv now |
| Pull up on my enemies just to see em down |
| Pull up on my old hoes just to see em frown |
| Get it out the trap, watch them things float |
| Get it off track; |
| Usain Bolt |
| I ain’t jumpin' ship, this the same boat |
| Moncler for the winter; |
| watch me change coats |
| Everybody won’t make it, I might change friends |
| Still got the same focus, never change plans |
| A 100 hitters on «go» and they’re all official |
| Just a young hood nigga wit some rich issues, oh! |
| Fuck swag, I rather be wavy |
| Fuck the love, I’d rather you hate me |
| Ball wit my niggas' right after my shows |
| Cars, clothes, rose gold, whoa, whoa, whoa! |