Drake — Pop Rosé

[Verse 1: Drake] I can buy it all out But this the only shit that I sip though So tell 'em bring the waitress And I won't even ask what it hit fo' Just send her to the bar like (like) Send her to the bar like (like) Send her to the bar like (like) Like them niggas over there wanna.. [Chorus: Drake] Pop Rosé (Hey... ay ay) Pop Rosé (Hey... ay ay) Pop Rosé (Hey... ay ay) Pop Rosé [Verse 2: Drake & Trey Songz] Uh They say you get paid when you think ahead Valentines day girl, all you see is pink and red (yup) And everything is on me Rosé Spade to the '96 Don P Hang around us, and I bet you We'll get to stunt on whoever ya sittin' next to You put 'em all on, and watch 'em run wit' it And then wait for whatever's next when I'm done with it And niggas show hate, period It's like they all pregnant, they late, period Yeah and shit's all good The deal got signed and my split's all good And some people pretendin' that it's all good Say that shit in person man I wish y'all would Yeah I told you I partied with Azuka I'll let them other niggas Grey Goose ya And we about to (yup) [Chorus 2: Trey Songz] Pop Rosé Pop Rosé (Ooooh) Pop Rosé (Ooooh) Pop Rosé [Verse 3: Trey Songz] If your beat gets released then I'ma take it If your girl is a freak, then I'm her favorite Got my partner with me, this is a replacement Who do it like I do? You tellin' a lie fool Leave the beat dead, all red like Piru Been around the world, all girls like fly dudes You a herb, get on her nerves like flies do You need more girls, go call my manager Two, three, four more, sure, we can handle ya Gimme e'rythang I want, don't mess my order up And her ass on point so my homie brought her up Ma passed me the blunt, then I told her pour it up In a flash we was gone, and you know I tore it up Breast, ass, silicone, sex hot as Florida South Beach, mouthpiece could swallow a Porterhouse Yup, it get nasty, then I get gully Grab the coochie, then the Gucci skully A whole pack of rubbers, then I burned rubber You cuddle undercovers, tellin' her you love her When it come to verses, swear that I'm perfect Murder in the first it's chllin in the hearses Worthless, singing off key on purpose We gon' pop, fuck urban (Ooooh) (Yup) [Chorus 3: Trey Songz] Pop Rosé (Ooooh) Pop Rosé (Fa Sho... Ooooh) Pop Rosé (Fa Sho... Ooooh) (Yup) [Outro: Drake & Trey Songz] Are you drunk? I'm faded too When you get money they just hate on you But, fuck them, there's all these ladies in my view So I ball baby (Yup) Ball baby Ball baby Ball baby