Rosalia (uh)

Roses without a card
I send them to your bitch
I got her for you with a Rollie
No need to serenade

I go out and hear a gunfight (ay)
I dress any way I want
In New York visiting my jeweler
He only wants cash, I give him my money

For you, naki, chicken teriyaki
Your bitch wants maki, my bitch in Kawasaki

I want a chain that ruins my bank account
Like Naomi in the nineties

Roses without a card
I send them to your bitch (ay)
I got her for you with a Rollie (ay)
No need to serenade

For you naki, chicken teriyaki
For you naki, chicken teriyaki
For you naki, chicken teriyaki
Your bitch wants maki (my bitch in Kawasaki)

I want a chain that ruins my bank account (ay)
Like Julio in the seventies (for you naki, chicken teriyaki)

One bill, two bills, a store of bills
The baddest in the game
In New York skating to the Heights
All my Dominicans know what's up, eh!
And if fame's a condemnation
But tell me of another that pays your dinner
They're throwing shades on me like drag queens
Cute like Mike Dean

Roses without a card
I send them to your bitch (ay, ay)
I got her for you with a Rollie
No need to serenade

Mami made of sugar, everything without a receipt
I read pentagrams, but I don't write them
From Queens to Tribeca
A blue bouquet of flowers doesn't wilt

For you naki, chicken teriyaki
For you naki, chicken teriyaki
For you naki, chicken teriyaki
Your bitch wants maki, my bitch in Kawasaki

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