B. Smyth - Gold Wrappers Lyrics

B. Smyth Ft. Rick Ross - Gold Wrappers Lyrics

(Intro: B. Smyth)
Oh, ya, oh
Diamond in the back, sun roof top
Diggin' into Seal with a gangsta lean

(Verse: B. Smyth)
Yeah rooftop, seen a couple friends at the bar baby
Oh, and on my mind all I'm thinkin' 'bout is who I'm takin' home with me
Oh, yeah show the ropes, I'm goin' through the motions
And I guess we can call it the pregame, oh

(Pre-Hook: B. Smyth)
But now we on the clouds, got ya grippin' on my jocks
Check on the rocks, and we ain't even get back to the car

(Hook: B. Smyth)
Oh, well she just want to show luv, give a fuck 'bout the finer things
Oh ya do, she just want to do drugs, roll somethin' and get high with me
Oh, well she just want to show luv, she can't wait for us to leave the scene
And leave 'em gold wrappers on the nightstand, she my one night fan
And leave 'em gold wrappers on the nightstand, oh

(Verse 2: Rick Ross)
Ya get the foreign cars and the foreign bags
She avoid the Black Fridays and all the sale tags
Say she found that out, funny through my snaps
Realise I was a hustler, now she luv my raps
The filly only focused for the time bein'
Mansions and motels and cities I'm dyin' to see
Saw yo best friend, she offered me her phone number
Iced out, gave her ass the cold shoulder
I represent ya cuz ya represent me
It all come to light how we move in the streets
Rubbin' on yo neck and kissin' on yo knees
Gold wrappers, we rollin' up, we twistin' trees

(Pre-Hook)

(Hook)

(Bridge: B. Smyth)
Body to body, the night is now
Round after round, I need more than Bud
Promise you'll get yo fantasy
Panties fall down, that's some autumn leaves
Body to body, the time has come
Gonna the mornin' sun
Put yo red lipstick on me
Call up the Uber cause it's time to leave

(Hook)