Rosé

[Chorus: Young Jordan]

She don't drink chardonnay, she drinking rosé, uh, yeah

Icy nigga, need a couple bands when I show face, uh

Basquiat drip, paint a picture when it’s in my lane, uh

Car cost 'bout four hundred, why they ask why I spin in the Wraith

Floral garments on me look like some drapes

Chanel double C's on me, can’t catch no case

Cartier your handcuffs, you stuck with me, bae

Say rose gold your color diamonds

Drip, nigga, they gon' televise it

[Verse 1: Young Jordan]

If I got a shot then you know I'm fine

Call some shooters, tell 'em never mind

Hella hoes, I got hella vibes

Lot of money coming like I'm taking tithes

Come on, baby, you can take a ride

Jetlag, she getting tired of flying

Trickin' this ho, it been a lot of eyes

So I keep it on me when I'm outside

I heard that a rat just got killed, that's another mouse died

Yeah, that kind gotta stay from, ’cause a real nigga ain’t gon' say nothin’

I'ma stay chasing, you gon' stay crumbing

Pocket full, I'ma stay thumbing

Blue strips, got straight hundreds

Told her relax, you straight hunting

Uh, yeah, I like to ball with my bitch

Yeah, I got a whole lot of chips

And I spent a bag at Phipps

Got ice on hit

Yes, I got diamonds on dancing

Oil this bitch out, let her paint at the mansion

Aviators, she no planning the landing

Keyz and Wheezy made a wave like Atlantic

Daily dripping, spend these racks and we splashing

In the hills, niggas trapping and banging

[Chorus: Young Jordan]

She don’t drink chardonnay, she drinking rosé, uh, yeah

Icy nigga, need a couple bands when I show face, uh

Basquiat drip, paint a picture when it's in my lane, uh

Car cost 'bout four hundred, why they ask why I spin in the Wraith

Floral garments on me look like some drapes

Chanel double C's on me, can't catch no case

Cartier your handcuffs, you stuck with me, bae

Say rose gold your color diamonds

Drip, nigga, they gon' televise it

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]

She just be watching my moves

Diamonds, they wet like a pool

I got a hell of a view

None of this shit, it ain't new

I never made it through school

'Cause I was breaking the rules

Making plays and making the news

I'm having meetings with Jews

I cannot fuck with these bitches

'Cause these bitches basic and I do not want no relations

She suck on my dick and she all on her knees

She say I'm amazing, she just want to taste it

Whole lot of racks in my britches

I'm only rocking Amiris

They steady asking for pictures

I really came from the trenches

We in them foreign cars, we don't stop at the light

And I'm riding with my niggas if they wrong or right

Don't do no barking, my dawgs, they gon' bite

Diamonds, they hittin' in the dark with no light

Can't fall in love with no groupie ho

I fell in love with the studio

Shoot with So Icey like I'm in the movie roll

Shoot his ass dead, we don't give a fuck who he know

[Chorus: Young Jordan]

She don't drink chardonnay, she drinking rosé, uh, yeah

Icy nigga, need a couple bands when I show face, uh

Basquiat drip, paint a picture when it's in my lane, uh

Car cost 'bout four hundred, why they ask why I spin in the Wraith

Floral garments on me look like some drapes

Chanel double C's on me, can't catch no case

Cartier your handcuffs, you stuck with me, bae

Say rose gold your color diamonds

Drip, nigga, they gon' televise it