[Intro: Ajax Stacks]
Uhh, yeah
High Rise in this
Fly guys in this

[Chorus]
Rose gold photos, hoes know who the fuck we are
Rose gold photos, clothes looking so bizarre
Rose gold photos, fros shining like a star
Rose gold photos, pose with a glass cigar
Rose gold photos, hoes know who the fuck we are
Rose gold photos, clothes looking so bizarre
Rose gold photos, fros shining like a star (yeah)
Rose gold photos, pose with a glass cigar

[Verse 1: Ajax]
Rose gold photos, hoes know who the fuck we are
Never needed no ghostwriter but a n***a might just buy this bar
Got weed in the car, got weed in a jar
Got a seed in a jar I might grow tomorrow
Riding 'round town with the windows down
Her legs and the door are both ajar (both ajar)
Ghost ride the bitch
This girl and the car, I both gotta ditch
Gotta get that cash 'cause my palms always itch
And I gotta stay tipped in that Louis Stitch
I meant Louis’ bitch
That oak room with that perfume go perfect with my afternoon
And that’ll make more sense real soon
If you a real goon, you ain't into with no high fashion
That’s my passion, so why gas 'em?
Got a drive that I know could bypass em
You a sky captain? You fly captain?
Nah, you a lie captain
I know n***as that’ll die trappin'
But don’t try rappin', just keep nappin'
When I keep snappin'
Rose gold photos in new polos
I’m the man like 4 Four Lokos
Why these rappers just sound so-so
My flow loco, my flow cocoa
Want me while I’m money moto
[Chorus]
Rose gold photos, hoes know who the fuck we are
Rose gold photos, clothes looking so bizarre
Rose gold photos, fros shining like a star
Rose gold photos, pose with a glass cigar
Rose gold photos, hoes know who the fuck we are
Rose gold photos, clothes looking so bizarre
Rose gold photos, fros shining like a star (yeah)
Rose gold photos, pose with a glass cigar

[Verse 2: Packy]
Oh no
There he go
That boy there with a cold ass flow
Roll in the city do a dope ass show
Then he go back home with a cold ass cho
Local huh?
They didn’t like me
Heard the beat in the 16
Now I’m gonna be a mogul, huh?
They flip flop all the time then blame it on hip hop
Keep that Ziploc, late like tick-tock
Blame it on gridlock, blame it on Kid Rock
White boy, Michigan, damn right, red hot
Game in the headlock, matter of fact red dot, headshot bang!
I’m killing this verse
Any smart rapper should be stealing this verse
I’ll be independent making money while these other rappers trying to get a deal in this verse, no way
I’m the king of this empire, my team bout to be a dynasty
Couple bad chicks wanna ride and I call that shit fine with me
This too easy, you sell out like you freebies
We sell out your hometown, you sell 'bout like two CDs
Your girl says she sees me
Left her, man, he peewee
I’m faded, so she DD
Or I drop that dime like CP3
Remember when I couldn’t get an EP on any blog and they’d just delete me?
Ain't shit changed
But now I got a full inbox and MTV, they CC me
[Chorus]
Rose gold photos, hoes know who the fuck we are
Rose gold photos, clothes looking so bizarre
Rose gold photos, fros shining like a star
Rose gold photos, pose with a glass cigar
Rose gold photos, hoes know who the fuck we are
Rose gold photos, clothes looking so bizarre
Rose gold photos, fros shining like a star
Rose gold photos, pose with a glass cigar