Aye, yea, Pink Roses, Pink Roses Aye, yea, Pink Roses, Pink Roses Yea, aye, Pink Roses, Pink Roses Yea, aye, Pink Roses, Pink Roses I told my mama I'ma Make it rich, yeah I told my girl that I wasn't gon 'fake this sh**, yea I told em' b**hes they should shake They sh**, yeah I'm in the building getting faded sh**, yeah No I ain't faking, nah Nah they just hatin', yea Why? Cause I'm so great man (I'm so great) Man this is great sh** Dad I can write now I want that b**h, I want her right now I want that b**h, I want her right now I used to ball and now I fall down I used to fall now I just fall down Aye, yea, Pink Roses, Pink Roses Aye, yea, Pink Roses, Pink Roses Yea, aye, Pink Roses, Pink Roses Yea, aye, Pink Roses, Pink Roses (Yea, aye) Swear the cars doin' donuts In the Civic God done wrote the bible I done k**ed that sh** My script is the full prescription My b**h would love the full clip Cold trippin sh** i'm with the demons My b**h fiend a b**h My b**h fiend as sh** I been fiendin' for a Xanny bar But I'm in Xanzabar so I pop a bar I give my b**h pink f**ing roses Aye, yeah, Pink Roses, Pink Roses Aye, yeah, Pink Roses, Pink Roses Yeah, aye, Pink Roses, Pink Roses Yeah, aye, Pink Roses, Pink Roses