Dear Ms. Rose - Intellectual

[Produced By: G-Eazy]

Baby, I could rule the world

With a girl like you, in my arms

High up, I was chillin' in class

With a magazine open, trippin', staring at that ass

And think I fell in love, or maybe it's the grass

Sittin', thinking to myself we could forget about your past, see

I wouldn't care if you were a prostitute, that you

Hit every rapper that you ever knew, see

It wouldn't matter, we let them blogs chatter

See, I love your whole swagger, and I know you like rappers, so

Let me know, I'm tryna find what you're open to

I kiss both lips, I got pipe for the both of you

Fantasize about you so long, now I'm hoping to

Try to get you home and put it down like I'm suppose to do

Yeah, and see I'm trying to get close to you

I'm just being real 'cause I ain't found nobody 'dope as you

Dreams of fuckin' a bad stripper bitch, turn super star chick, swagged out super rich

Baby, I could rule the world

With a girl like you, in my arms

Man, hell nah, she ain't a gold digger

Why she only fuck with rappers then? Go figure

Low bank account, you ain't gettin' laid

If you fuckin' with this girl, then you better be paid, know why?

Takes too much, believe me

From what I've heard, she got a baby by Yeezy

Somebody even told me that she fucked with Amari

Leave the club and drive off in somebody's Ferrari

Heard she used to fuck with Fabolous and Wiz

Or at least that's what the tabloid says

You the baddest in the game; baddest in the biz

And if I ever met you, I would tell you what it is

See, the only person I could see myself with is

You Ms. Rose but I'm tryna make you misses

A top notch for you, set a bar for these bitches

And I flipped the fuck out when world star leaked pictures

Baby, I could rule the world

With a girl like you, in my arms