Don't tell me you're going anywhere
If I can't come with you (you)
This is everything I could've dreamed of
So why do I feel the need to
Pop bottles just to feel somethin'
All this money, I still feel numb
All the cars and the money and the jewelry, and I still feel numb
('Tari, get over here)
Stare, so divine
Ain't nobody that look like mine (ah-ah-ah)
Stare, so divine
Ain't nobody that look like mine
They're looking at you (you), for the blueprint
You can see the admiration in they eyes
You-you-you (you), you knew it
Everybody want a piece of your life
I'm riding through the streets with my Glockiana (yeah, yeah)
Got a bad little bitch, she a prima donna (yeah, yeah)
Okay, she love to give me head and roll my marijuana (marijuana)
Nigga, back the fuck up, no, you don't wanna (woo)
I-I'm a cold stunna, I'm with the whole summer
I'm winning, brought the Bentley back and cop the gold Hummer (oh-oh-oh)
Okay, I can't get in there, I'ma keep it a whole hundred (oh-oh)
Okay, he brought the Bentley back (woo)
Cop the barber, still look like a Jeep
Before you walk in, I need all the deets (let's go)
Call your bluffing, I never been beat
Ask your momma, he never been cheap (uh-uh)
Off the wocky, I'm going to sleep (uh-uh)
Gunna, gunna, I'm calling the heat (uh-uh)
Yeah, she down 'cause she get on her knees (woo)
I been working with nothing but– ah
Stare, so divine
Ain't nobody that look like mine (ah-ah-ah)
Stare, so divine
Ain't nobody that look like mine
I'm ridin' through the streets with my Glockiana
