BC JRoc - Dr Rose lyrics

[Chorus: Money Man] Got the ho's teeth done, I sent the ho to Dr. Rose Brand new Dior Python, yeah, I'm coppin' those On a light day, got a fifty rockin' Retros I was out in Portland grabbin' bags, seen Damian Lillard Brand new TEC cost a hundred and we playin' with it Compact four-five, the green beam came with it Had to read my horoscope to make a couple things clear Had to cop royal blue Balencis, they was too hard I'ma let some shots ring out like a shooting guard I just made a forty from the Barclays debit card I was out in Humboldt County, hit me with the 'za [?], but the duffle bag Goyard Serve Jackie O, in the trap watchin' Ozark Just to pay a ni**a what he want, you need three labels Breakin' down bud on the fivе-rack coffee table [Verse 1: BC JRoc] Plug sent the load, I ain't likе it, got sent back Young ni**a bored, so I made him go spin back He don't know the address, spin the whole cul-de-sac Drac' with a biscuit and it came with a shoulder strap Unc' sent the pack when it came, it was deep-fried Say you got a plug with the bag with a cheap price Shawty can't shop in the trap, got denied I was in the trenches with the gang like a D line I was shootin' a movie with the b*tch like a GoPro 509, out in Dallas like I'm Romo Opps don't get spinned, roll 'em in a fronto Flip the whole car, you gotta fix it up with Bondo I'ma beat the pack in the trap like I'm Mondo Ballin' on you ni**as in LA like I'm Lonzo You ain't finna shoot it, what the fu*k you got a gun for? Still in the trenches 'cause a ni**a really want smoke [Chorus: Money Man] Got the ho's teeth done, I sent the ho to Dr. Rose Brand new Dior Python, yeah, I'm coppin' those On a light day, got a fifty rockin' Retros I was out in Portland grabbin' bags, seen Damian Lillard Brand new TEC cost a hundred and we playin' with it Compact four-five, the green beam came with it Had to read my horoscope to make a couple things clear Had to cop royal blue Balencis, they was too hard I'ma let some shots ring out like a shooting guard I just made a forty from the Barclays debit card I was out in Humboldt County, hit me with the 'za [?], but the duffle bag Goyard Serve Jackie O, in the trap watchin' Ozark Just to pay a ni**a what he want, you need three labels Breakin' down bud on the five-rack coffee table [Verse 2: Money Man] Had to cop the Rover truck, I made a few juggs in it Too much drip, closet ain't got room in it One stick, one compact, got the tool with me One lightskin, one dark, got two with me Three-month run, no sweat, made two milli' I had to [?][1:42] the other profile, got too many I'ma get some M's, I don't care what it cost He gon' catch a body for the Circle, he don't care what the cost Yeah, pull up with the block out, ni**a, we gon' pop sh*t We gon' treat them ni**as like mosquitos, we gon' off sh*t Me and JRoc countin' up, eatin' crawfish Go in with the blitz like a ni**a playin' offense ni**as say they took somethin' from me, that's nonsense Cartier havin', these baguettes with the blue lens Two-rack sweatsuit plain with the Retros Ridin' in the Sprinter with the TV and white seats We gon' leave a ni**a out stretched with a white sheet Size fourteen, servin' in Dior, got big feet They was thirteen twenty-five, I just bought three I'ma flee every time, they ain't never caught me Shawty disappointed, she say, "You ain't never call me" I was playin' music, fu*kin' lil' shawty offbeat I'm a real plug, I ain't talkin' to you pipsqueaks fu*k it, I'ma go and get the Urus next week