Gold Roses Lyrics - Rick Ross

Yeah 

I'm home now, it's over now, so... 

Yeah 

She got a thing for Chanel vintage 

That dropped before she could speak English 

Do you love me or love seekin' attention, I mean which one is it? 

You keep callin' me ya twin, but twins ain't this different 

Mentally I'm already on next year, that's some 20-20 clear vision 

You sayin' let you finish, I ain't tryna hear it 

I'm all for spiritual liftin', but I don't fly Spirit 

I'm all for findin' happiness, but down to die serious 

All smiles, Kevin Durant trials 

Had to blow it on the court, I must have blew a milli' 

I'm walkin' on all charges, that's my new Achilles 

I know they love to rock a check, but who gon' do it really? Really? 

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My depositions never surface 

Tanenbaum know the logo on the jersey, it's gettin' purchased 

Ten years in and y'all yet to hear my most impressive verses 

Paid the cost to be the boss wasn't even my most expensive purchase 

Trust when I say I'm never on the shit they assumin' I'm on 

Tales about me are like corridos in Culiacán 

Sashimi from Saito, you know that man two Michelin Star 

Postcard from Grace Bay, sendin' my distant regards 

Vision wasn't mine, told my niggas the vision was ours 

Still a part of shorty even if we've been livin' apart 

Roxx'll do you filthy for me soon as I give him the nod 

Meanin' he'll blast for me like puttin' the 6 with the God 

Hop on a float to show the city the one they appointed 

The one that's rebuildin' schools and feedin' the homeless 

Hang with my niggas, but sometimes I be tryna avoid it 

'Cause they'll get to poppin' out of place like they double jointed 

Goals was the top of the pyramid in this shitty world 

"I gotta get the most of everything" 

Is the axis on which it sit and twirls 

Point blank period, like a City Girl and then I bring it back to 50 world 

Photos 

Ayy, woah 

You made me this way, yeah 

Before I'm gone outta this place, yeah 

Put some flowers in my face, 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, it's too late 

(This different right here, yo) 

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) 

(Maybach Music) 

Ayy, woah 

You made me this way, yeah 

Before I'm gone outta this place, yeah 

Put some flowers in my face, 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) 

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') 

Ayy, woah 

You made me this way, yeah 

Before I'm gone outta this place, yeah 

Put some flowers in my face, 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)