Stalley - Coupes & Roses Lyrics
[Verse 1]As a kid i had a lot of moneyKnotted up, rubberband moneyNext to that XBox, thrown in my Jordan boxI think it was my 13's something that i rarely rockedWhite and black high top, i used to wear the high socksBack when i was ballin', shootin' 3's for a dollarI was hustlin' niggas back then, buyin' momma scratch and winsStackin my ends, tryin' to get that RobinsonCause pop was robbin', beatin' 'em back thenI mean back when it was in my lifeI still had to thinkFor my life, it was good with thatDicky pants and shootin' taiLet me decide which way to goChanges tire wages out to the day I expire soBCG’s Russian, blue collar ?All my deals done, Midwest nigga with the locks onBeen getting this since Voltron, kung-fu grip, grow fondWhen it comes to getting this paper I’m like coke deal up boy[Hook] x2Coupes & roses, flowers for the deadFresh made, we bow our heads, give thanks for this breadLord keep us safe and our families out the fedsMy OG asked it square, and this is what he said: we should[Verse 2]Expensive habits, I’m a addict for gold and kicksLeather bunkers and dark skinned chicksWhat can I say? I like to floss a bitSpend money like a faucet drainSweat pants inside vans like a Boston niggaEverybody say I’m awesomeI’m just makin money talkin' thisNever made one cent off a toss in a blinkI hustled diamonds, got my hands dirty, cleanin my wristGold gat, no rope, still emotion is sickBlue collar, clean Impala, automatic no stickIn case in trip automatics who grip protect possessionsDon’t condone a weapon but they out to catch us slippin'When you livin' like this the poor fish on the richCourt seats in the Knicks, shout to Marn, my niggaThe harder I work more lavish I liveNot bad for a kid who always started with kicks[Hook] x4
