RICK ROSS feat DRAKE - Gold Roses Chords and Lyrics

This single was released on 26 July 2019.


Vocals: Rick Ross , Drake ,
Producer(s): OZ, Syk Sense,,
Writer(s): Syk Sense,,

SongRating: 7/10

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Scale: Eb Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 75
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
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[INTRO: Drake]
 
Abm
Yeah

I'm home now, it's over now, so...
Abm   Ebm   Abm
Yeah

[VERSE 1: Drake]
           Abm
She got a thing for Chanel vintage that dropped before she could speak English
Ebm                                 Abm
Do you love me or love seekin' attention, I mean which one is it?
Abm                      Ebm
You keep callin' me ya twin, but twins ain't this different
              Abm
Mentally I'm already on next year, that's some 20/20 clear vision
Ebm
You sayin' let you finish, I ain't tryna hear it
Abm
I'm all for spiritual liftin', but I don't fly Spirit
Ebm
I'm all for findin' happiness, but down to die serious

Abm
All smiles, Kevin Durant trials
        Ebm
Had to blow it on the court, I must have blew a milli'
       Abm
I'm walkin' on all charges, that's my new Achilles
     Ebm
I know they love to rock a check, but who gon' do it really? Really?

Abm
My depositions never surface
          Ebm
Tanenbaum know the logo on the jersey, it's gettin' purchased
          Abm
Ten years in and y'all yet to hear my most impressive verses
          Ebm
Paid the cost to be the boss wasn't even my most expensive purchase

Abm                                               Ebm
Trust when I say I'm never on the shit they assumin' I'm on
Ebm                                    Abm
Tales about me are like corridos in Culiacán
Abm                                        Ebm
Sashimi from Saito, you know that man two Michelin Star
Ebm                                      Abm
Postcard from Grace Bay, sendin' my distant regards
Abm                                      Ebm
Vision wasn't mine, told my niggas the vision was ours
Ebm                                        Abm
Still a part of shorty even if we've been livin' apart
Abm                                     Ebm
Roxx'll do you filthy for me soon as I give him the nod
Ebm
Meanin' he'll blast for me like puttin' the 6 with the God

Abm                                 Ebm
Hop on a float to show the city the one they appointed
                                       Abm
The one that's rebuildin' schools and feedin' the homeless
Abm                                      Ebm
Hang with my niggas, but sometimes I be tryna avoid it
Ebm                                                Abm
'Cause they'll get to poppin' out of place like they double jointed

 Abm                                           Ebm
Goals was the top of the pyramid in this shitty world
                                              Abm
"I gotta get the most of everything" is the axis on which it sit and twirls
                            Ebm
Point blank period, like a City Girl and then I bring it back to 50 world
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[CHORUS: Drake & Rick Ross]
Abm Bbm Abm
Ayy, woah
                  Abm Bbm Ebm
You made me this way, yeah
                            Ebm
Before I'm gone outta this place, yeah
                         Abm         Bbm
Put some flowers in my face, won't you?
                         Ebm
Let me know that I did okay, yeah
                           Abm     Bbm
Don't wait 'til some other day, no, no
                                  Ebm
They love to wait 'til it's too late, it's too late
Ebm
This different right here, yo

[VERSE 2: Rick Ross]
Abm
I was nominated, never won a Grammy
Ebm
But I understand, they'll never understand me
Abm
Lot of lives lost, but I never panicked
Ebm
Lot of lines crossed, I never did a Xanny

Abm
A hundred room mansion but I felt abandoned
Ebm
Love makin' love, but where will love land me?
Abm
Jealous, so their bitches be actin' like they sleepin' on us
Ebm
But they speakin' on us, jewelers quote us even numbers

Abm
Still blowin' smoke as angels float above us
Ebm
Love givin' back, but will they ever love us?
Abm
Chanel in the mail, FedEx from Pharrell
Ebm
And what I got for sale just sit on the scale

Abm
Triple beam dream, a buck on the shades
Ebm
I really seen things give mothers the shakes
Abm
I really bought cars for women on face
Ebm 
I know it seem odd, but money amazin'

Ebm
College loans really did fuck up her credit
Abm
Discover cards, look back, I know she regret it
Ebm
But we keep pushin', keep our foot on the pedal
Abm
In the mirror she a blessin', rebukin' the devil

Ebm
Livin' on the edge, she keepin' me level
Abm
Money come and go, I'ma keep you forever
Ebm
Money come and go, I'ma keep you forever (Forever)
Abm
Slip-on glass slippers and tickle with feathers

Ebm
Everywhere we go, we create a dilemma
Abm
Coming to America, really the set
Ebm
I'll let your soul glow, I'm keepin' you wet
Abm
All my cold Decembers, I know she remembers

Ebm
Forgiveness for a sinner, but is it that simple?
Abm 
Holdin' on your hands, your body's a temple
Ebm
Fly you out to Cannes, ménages with bitches
Abm
Lobsters and the prawns, thought you was Spanish
Ebm
Bottles for the Don, our parties the biggest (Biggest, biggest)

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[CHORUS: Drake]
Abm Bbm Abm
Ayy, woah
                  Abm Bbm Ebm
You made me this way, yeah
                            Ebm
Before I'm gone outta this place, yeah
                         Abm         Bbm
Put some flowers in my face, won't you?
                         Ebm
Let me know that I did okay, yeah
                           Abm     Bbm
Don't wait 'til some other day, no, no
                                  Ebm
They love to wait 'til it's too late, it's too late (Ayy)

[VERSE 3: Rick Ross]
Abm
Had a dream she was singin' to me like Gladys Knight
Ebm
True love in the projects is called paradise
Abm
All your niggas left, you wasn't actin' right
Ebm
But honesty itself a small sacrifice

Abm
My money bag heavy, got me packin' light
Ebm
You movin' funny, can you fill my appetite?
Abm
Niggas' conversations, a lot of it false
Ebm
He own condos right over Carnegie Hall

Abm
Speak about your cars, but all of 'em parked
Ebm
Your niggas' money light, come out of the dark
Abm
You really are my type, that's not a facade
Ebm
One of the reasons why I write, we got a synopsis

Abm
I'm always at the top of barbershop gossip
Ebm
After further thought, better not knock 'em
Abm
Allocate some dollars to go out shoppin'
Ebm
Bitch, we on the real, it's time to stop talkin' (Stop talkin', stop talkin')

[CHORUS: Drake]
Abm Bbm Abm
Ayy, woah
                  Abm Bbm Ebm
You made me this way, yeah
                            Ebm
Before I'm gone outta this place, yeah
                         Abm         Bbm
Put some flowers in my face, won't you?
                         Ebm
Let me know that I did okay, yeah
                           Abm     Bbm
Don't wait 'til some other day, no, no
                                  Ebm
They love to wait 'til it's too late, it's too late
 
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