Tropicana Roses - Smoke DZA

Fuck bitches, get money

Rainy days fly somewhere where it’s sunny

I’m feeling lovely

Might blow a O, sip on some bubbly

Bring the tropicana, make mimosas

Make sure the promoter get the bottles with the roses, perrie

Lots of perrie now we emotional

Anyway I’m gon levitate now I’m gon' roll this, roll this

Everywhere I go i’m loaded

You know it’s DZA

Dap a nigga snap a picture

Front on your foes make them fuck niggas bitter

Cause real niggas re-up and get more cheddar

Everywhere I be at I be faded

Pockets fulla paper

Fill my ora know I made it, made

Bring the tropicana, make mimosas

Make sure the promoter get the bottles with the roses

Fuck bitches, get money

Smiling cause I’m hot but ain’t a damn thang funny

Fuck bitches, get money

No occasion do Philipe just cause I’m hungry

She, she actin' funky

I’m tryna slide though, she got the donkey

Throw the bottle back like I’m stone cold

Posted on the block like I’m Marlo

Ten bands and on my cargos

Still gon' fuck all my old hoes (Oh)

You talkin money (Oh), them niggas broke (Oh)

You tryin to get this pack?

(Oh), I’m just making sure

You could call me Kush God but my checks say Pompey

Don’t mess up the feng shui

Blunt smoker on the Bombay (Go 'head)

Cold tooth for the hoes too

Nigga fuck around and get laid

Give him a threesome, make his day now

Why don’t you roll another J

Everywhere I be at I be faded

Pockets fulla paper

Fill my ora know I made it, made

Bring the tropicana, make mimosas

Make sure the promoter get the bottles with the roses