A$AP Ferg — A Hundred Million Roses

[Hook] Uh, when I die bring a hundred million roses Pretty bad bitches making love to my posters [Verse 1] In my Cartiers, 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 booger sugar, rolling up the trees Spit hella game in her skinny frame Versace frames, and her dirty bangs She fuck her friends, then fuck my friends This story go, it will never end, (it will never end) It, it, it will never end And if I die before I wake, I pray that A$AP 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 [Hook] When I die bring a hundred million roses Pretty bad bitches making love to my posters Roses, bring a hundred million roses Roses, roses, bring a hundred million roses [Child Voice] Fergie, Fergie ? [Verse 2] Uh, 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 I listen to you sing when I'm rolling the weed up Mix the Cristal with Tequila Might fuck your bitch but I don't wanna to kill her I beat that bitch, flash backs to Tina I feel like Ike when I'm on the mic And my Diet 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 [Hook] When I die bring a hundred million roses Pretty bad bitches making love to my posters Roses, bring a hundred million roses Roses, roses, bring a hundred million roses