Hundred Million Roses - A$AP Ferg

When I die bring a hundred million roses

Pretty bad bitches making love to my posters

In my cardigans, two lugged teeth

Threw ice in it, so I feel the breeze

Two thug bitches, thinkin about them G’s

Who love the hood, they’ll never leave

Four model bitches stay popping E

On that buga suga, rolling up the trees

Spit hella game in her skinny frame

Versace frames, and her dirty beans

She fuck her friends, then fuck my friends

This story go, it will never end

And if I die before I wake, I pray that ASAP will be great

My mama good and my girl be late

So there will be another me and the world be straight

Damn that nigga did his thang, he took over and changed the game

His silk shirt, versace frames, his fly ass bitches

His tight ass jeans, his dirty benz, his cuban links

His big ass smile, his eyes is chinked

His brown ass skin, he was looking gold

He really lived, god bless his soul

When I die bring a hundred million roses

Pretty bad bitches making love to my posters

Roses, bring a hundred million roses

Roses, bring a hundred million roses

Tell that bitch that I’m Fergie Ferg

Remind her I’m rich but never flip a bird

Yes a nigga street, just like the curb

Young Bari high, fucking with the herd

Rest in peace to Selena

Listen to you sing when I’m rolling the weed up

Mix the Cristal with tequila

Might fuck your bitch but I don’t want to kill her

I beat that bitch, flash backs to Tina

I feel like Ike when I’m on the mic

And my dyer butcher, vera wang

Vera wang slang bitches for their brain

And 40 ounce bounce, thug bitches with the fangs

Who fill the block up with cocaine

When I die bring a hundred million roses

Pretty bad bitches making love to my posters

Roses, bring a hundred million roses

Roses, bring a hundred million roses