[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