A$AP Ferg - 100 Million Roses lyrics

[Hook] When I die bring a hundred million roses Pretty bad b**hes making love to my posters [Verse 1] And my Cartiers, two lucky teeth Threw ice in it so I feel the breeze 2 thug b**hes finger poppin' Gs (who love the hood) they will never leave 4 model b**hes stay poppin' E On that Booger Sugar rollin' up the trees Spit hella game at her skinny frame Versace frame and her dirty bean She f** her friends then f** my friends This story go, it'll never end And if I die before I wake I pray that A$AP will be great My momma good and my girl be late So there'll be another me and the world be straight Damn that n***a did his thing, he took over and changed the game His silk shirts, Versace frames His fly a** b**hes, his tight a** jeans His dirty Benz, his Cuban links His big a** smile, his eyes was chinked His brown a** skin, he was lookin' gold He really loved, God bless his soul [Hook] When I die bring a hundred million roses Pretty bad b**hes making love to my posters Roses, bring a hundred million roses Rose, roses Bring a hundred million roses (Kid calling out "Fergy") [Verse 2] Tell that b**h that I'm Fergy Ferg Remind her I'm rich, but never flipped a bird Yes a n***a street, just like a curb Young Bari high, f**in' with the herb Rest in peace to Selena I listen to you sing when I'm rollin' the weed up Mix the Cristal with Tequila Might f** your b**h but I don't wanna keep her I beats that b**h, flash back to Tina I feel like Ike when I'm on the mic (check check, when I'm on the mic, 2 blonde dykes for the motherf**ing night) And my guys are butchers, Vera Wang, Vera Wang Slang b**hes for the brain And 40oz bounce thug b**hes with the fangs Who fill the block up with Cocaine [Hook] When I die bring a hundred million roses Pretty bad b**hes making love to my posters Roses, bring a hundred million roses Rose, roses Bring a hundred million roses