Gold Roses

(专辑： Port Of Miami 2 - 2019)

[Drake:]
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 seeking attention, I mean which one is it?
You keep calling me ya twin, but twins ain't this different
Mentally I'm already on next year, that's some 20/20 clear vision
You saying let you finish, I ain't tryna hear it
I'm all for spiritual lifting, but I don't fly Spirit
I'm all for finding 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 walking on all charges, that's my new Achilles
I know they love to rock a check, but who gon' do it really? Really?
My depositions never surface
Tanenbaum know the logo on the jersey, it's getting 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 assuming 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, sending my distant regards
Vision wasn't mine, told my niggas the vision was ours
Still a part of shorty even if we've been living apart
Roxx'll do you filthy for me soon as I give him the nod
Meaning he'll blast for me like putting the 6 with the God
Hop on a float to show the city the one they appointed
The one that's rebuilding schools and feeding the homeless
Hang with my niggas, but sometimes I be tryna avoid it
'Cause they'll get to popping 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

Ayy, whoa
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, it's too late

[Rick Ross:]
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 making love, but where will love land me?
Jealous, so their bitches be acting like they sleeping on us
But they speaking on us, jewelers quote us even numbers
Still blowing smoke as angels float above us
Love giving 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 amazing
College loans really did fuck up her credit
Discover cards, look back, I know she regret it
But we keep pushing, keep our foot on the pedal
In the mirror she a blessing, rebuking the devil
Living on the edge, she keeping 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 keeping you wet
All my cold Decembers, I know she remembers
Forgiveness for a sinner, but is it that simple?
Holding 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)

[Drake:]
Ayy, whoa
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 singing to me like Gladys Knight
True love in the projects is called paradise
All your niggas left, you wasn't acting right
But honesty itself a small sacrifice
My money bag heavy, got me packing light
You moving 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 shopping
Bitch, we on the real, it's time to stop talking (Stop talking, stop talkin')

[Drake:]
Ayy, whoa
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)