Listen to Rose Gold Patek! by Autumn!

Rose Gold Patek!

Autumn!

Hip-Hop/Rap

110 Shazams

Music Video

Rose Gold Patek!
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Autumn!
Autumn!
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Phillips
Benjamin Phillips
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Twinuzis
Twinuzis
Producer
Maxim
Maxim
Producer

Lyrics

For a second, I though my nigga was in the gym He movin' all kinda weight I know my niggas ain't workin' in no kitchen But they known for swappin' plates Can't hang 'round with no broke ass niggas no more I be feelin' out of place Every bitch I fuck, we make a movie Yeah, we got all kinda tapes Just fucked, now she want her a bag I told her, "I'm broke," but, baby, that's not the case I've been runnin' it up, my pockets So fat, them bitches, they outta shape This a rose gold Patek, but you can't find it Cause I got it out the state This bitch tryna fuck me off of some Molly I know she outta space My nigga sip like a patient I told him, "Slow down," he gotta find his pace I let my bitch fuck a bitch while I count up this money I like them type of things She let me do what I want 'cause she know I'm that nigga The one she cannot replace (Ha) Baby Drac' with a banana clip Bape on my jacket but, bitch, I am not a ape Bitch tryna cuff me, tryna have me locked down But I cannot embrace If you ain't talkin' no money, okay then Bro, get the fuck out my face Just wired a hunnid K to a brand new bank and, no, it was a Chase Imma drown out all these pussy ass niggas Stop playin', know that your life erased Mansory kit and Forgiato wheels Yeah, that's my typa Wraith I need a hunnid motherfuckin' mill' in any typa way My bitch thick as fuck, she ain't missin' No meals, she got a nice lil' shape Just took her to the penthouse She like, "Damn, you got a nice lil' place" For a second, I though my nigga was in the gym He movin' all kinda weight I know my niggas ain't workin' in no kitchen But they known for swappin' plates Can't hang 'round with no broke ass niggas no more I be feelin' out of place Every bitch I fuck, we make a movie Yeah, we got all kinda tapes Just fucked, now she want her a bag I told her, "I'm broke," but, baby, that's not the case I've been runnin' it up, my pockets so fat Them bitches, they outta shape This a rose gold Patek But you can't find it 'cause I got it out the state This bitch tryna fuck me off of some Molly I know she outta space My nigga sip like a patient I told him, "Slow down," he gotta find his pace I let my bitch fuck a bitch while I count up this money I like them type of things She let me do what I want 'cause she know I'm that nigga The one she cannot replace (Ha) Baby Drac' with a banana clip Bape on my jacket but, bitch, I am not a ape
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