Album Name

Port of Miami 2

Artist

Rick Ross

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2019.08.09

Release Agency

Sony Music

Gold Roses (feat. Drake) - Rick Ross
Yeah
I'm home now
it's over now so

Yeah
She got a thing for Chanel vintage
that dropped before
she could speak English
Do you love me
or love seekin' attention
I mean which one is it
You keep callin' me ya twin
but twins ain't this different
Mentally I'm already on next year
that's some 20/20 clear vision
You sayin' let you finish
I ain't tryna hear it
I'm all for spiritual liftin'
but I don't fly Spirit
I'm all for findin' happiness
but down to die serious
All smiles Kevin Durant trials
Had to blow it on the court
I must have blew a milli'
I'm walkin' on all charges
that's my new Achilles
I know they love to rock a check
but who gon' do it really Really
My depositions never surface
Tanenbaum know
the logo on the jersey
it's gettin' purchased
Ten years in and y'all yet
to hear my most impressive verses
Paid the cost to be the boss
wasn't even my most
expensive purchase
Trust when I say I'm never
on the shit they assumin' I'm on
Tales about me are
like corridos in Culiacan
Sashimi from Saito
you know that man two Michelin Star
Postcard from Grace Bay
sendin' my distant regards
Vision wasn't mine
told my niggas the vision was ours
Still a part of shorty even
if we've been livin' apart
Roxx'll do you filthy for me
soon as I give him the nod
Meanin' he'll blast for me
like puttin' the 6 with the God
Hop on a float to show
the city the one they appointed
The one that's rebuildin'
schools and feedin' the homeless
Hang with my niggas
but sometimes I be tryna avoid it
'Cause they'll get to poppin' out
of place like they double jointed
Goals was the top of the pyramid
in this shitty world
I gotta get the most of everything
is the axis on
which it sit and twirls
Point blank period
like a City Girl and
then I bring it back to 50 world
Ayy woah
You made me this way yeah
Before I'm gone
outta this place yeah
Put some flowers
in my vase won't you
Let me know that I did okay yeah
Don't wait 'til some
other day no no
They love to wait
'til it's too late it's too late
This different right here yo
I was nominated
never won a Grammy
But I understand
they'll never understand me
Lot of lives lost
but I never panicked
Lot of lines crossed
I never did a Xanny
A hundred room mansion
but I felt abandoned
Love makin' love
but where will love land me
Jealous so their bitches
be actin' like they sleepin' on us
But they speakin' on us
jewelers quote us even numbers
Still blowin'
smoke as angels float above us
Love givin' back
but will they ever love us
Chanel in the mail
FedEx from Pharrell
And what I got
for sale just sit on the scale
Triple beam dream
a buck on the shades
I really seen things
give mothers the shakes
I really bought cars
for women on face
I know it seem odd
but money amazin'
College loans really
did fuck up her credit
Discover cards look back
I know she regret it
But we keep pushin'
keep our foot on the pedal
In the mirror she a blessin'
rebukin' the devil
Livin' on the edge
she keepin' me level
Money come and go
I'ma keep you forever
Money come and go
I'ma keep you forever
Forever
Slip-on glass slippers
and tickle with feathers
Everywhere we go
we create a dilemma
Coming to America
really the set
I'll let your soul glow
I'm keepin' you wet
All my cold Decembers
I know she remembers
Forgiveness for a sinner
but is it that simple
Holdin' on your hands
your body's a temple
Fly you out to Cannes
menages with bitches
Lobsters and the prawns
thought you was Spanish
Bottles for the Don
our parties the biggest
Biggest biggest
Maybach Music
Ayy woah
You made me this way yeah
Before I'm gone
outta this place yeah
Put some flowers
in my vase won't you
Let me know that I did okay yeah
Don't wait 'til some other day no no
They love to wait 'til it's too late
too late
Ayy
Had a dream she was singin'
to me like Gladys Knight
True love in the projects
is called paradise
All your niggas left
you wasn't actin' right
But honesty itself
a small sacrifice
My money bag heavy
got me packin' light
You movin' funny
can you fill my appetite
Niggas' conversations
a lot of it false
He own condos right
over Carnegie Hall
Speak about your cars
but all of 'em parked
Your niggas' money light
come out of the dark
You really are my type
that's not a facade
One of the reasons
why I write we got a synopsis
I'm always at the top
of barbershop gossip
After further thought
better not knock 'em
Allocate some dollars
to go out shoppin'
Bitch we on the real
it's time to stop talkin'
Stop talkin' stop talkin'
Ayy woah
You made me this way yeah
Before I'm gone
outta this place yeah
Put some flowers
in my vase won't you
Let me know that I did okay yeah
Don't wait 'til some other day no no
They love to wait 'til it's too late
too late
Ayy