Rose 11' ft. Surge Lyrics

(J3 is that you?)

Pop out from my head to my toes

Old hoes, that ain't shit to dispose

Please step down, you got fear in your eyes

You know how shit goes

You know the deal, nigga I know my price

Ain't no shit for the low

I been ballin out with the pros

Youngest MVP, like I'm Rose

Talk to the mic, that's how I decompose

He tryna play with my body, I'll

Wipe that boy under his nose

I glow

Like I won't rock out a show

I pray for the day that I blow

Im the on, ya you know who he chose

I won't fall, I won't switch for a hoe

Y'all be hating and think I don't know

Bro, I been up, been counting dough

Ferragamo on my waist, she like "whoa"

I'll never snake my bro

Get to the Money, Set, Go!

She can't break my heart

I don't played my cards

I don't gave off my plate

Like I don't got so much at stake

And I can't understand the way they move

Like get up out my face

On a roll, they can't take my place

I been ballin out like 2k

I'm a boss Imma pave my way

I'm steady working, Imma get to the cake

When you stay down, they gone look at you funny

So I'm stacking my bread

Steady counting this money

It can't get to my head

I can't let this shit run me

Stupid boy you a

Stupid boy you a dummy

Pop out from my head to my toes

Old hoes, that ain't shit to dispose

Please step down, you got fear in your eyes

You know how shit goes

You know the deal, nigga I know my price

Ain't no shit for the low

I been ballin out with the pros

Youngest MVP, like I'm Rose

Talk to the mic, that's how I decompose

He tryna play with my body, I'll

Wipe that boy under his nose

I glow

Like I won't rock out a show

I pray for the day that I blow

Im the on, ya you know who he chose

Slime a nigga nose

Sell it by the dos

She thinking she got me forever

No I can't hold her close

I know that I do the most

Chat on my body, a hunnid hoes

Bug on that bitch now I let her blow

When I light up this shit boutta blow

Super fire, she step out, she go

Blues, Imma fuck up some more

Talk on the gang, we score

Talk to my brother we score

Sometimes ill pray to the Lord

You only call me when you bored

So I flex on that hoe and ignore

(Damn)

(Woah)

(Damn)

(Lets Go)

(Okay Damn)

(Woah)

(Damn)