Pop Rose Lyrics - Drake

[Intro: 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 is, no 

Just send it to the bar like (like) 

Send it to the bar like (like) 

Send it to the bar like (like) 

Like them niggas over there wanna... 

[Hook: Drake] 

Pop Rose' (Hey... ay ay) 

Pop Rose' (Hey... ay ay) 

Pop Rose' (Hey... ay ay) 

Pop Rose' 

[Verse 1: Drake] 

Uh... They say you get paid when you think ahead 

Valentine's Day girl, all you see is pink and red 

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[Trey Songz:] 

Eeeyup! 

[Verse 1: Drake] 

And everything is on me 

Rose' spade, to the '96 Don P 

Hang around us, and I bet you 

Will get to stunt on whoever ya sittin' next to 

You put 'em all on, and watch 'em run with 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 ya'll would 

Yeah I told you I partied with Azuka 

I'll let them other niggas Grey Goose ya, 

Cause we about to... 

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[Trey Songz:] 

Eeeyup! 

[Hook: Trey Songz] 

Pop Rose' 

Pop Rose' (Ooooh!) 

Pop Rose' (Ooooh!) 

Pop Rose' 

[Verse 2: Trey Songz] 

If your beat gets released then I'm a 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 read 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!) 

[Trey Songz:] 

Eeeyup! 

[Hook: Trey Songz] 

Pop Rose' (Ooooh!) 

Pop Rose' (Fa Sho... Ooooh!) 

Pop Rose' (Fa Sho... Ooooh!) 

Pop Rose' 

[Trey Songz:] 

Eeeyup! 

[Bridge: Drake] 

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 buy out baby 

[Trey Songz:] 

Eeeyup! 

[Drake:] 

Buy out baby 

Buy out baby 

Buy out baby...