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 some 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 Stare, so divine Ain't nobody that look like mine They looking at you for the blueprint You can see the admiration in they eyes You, you knew it Everybody want a piece of your life I'm riding through the streets with my Glockiana Got a bad little bitch, she a primadonna Ok she love to give me head and roll my marijuana Nigga back the fuck up, no you don't wanna I'm a cold stunna, I'm with the whole summer I'm winning, brought the Bentley back and cop the gold Hummer Ok I can't get in there, Imma keep it a whole hundred Ok he brought the Bentley back Cut the barber still look like a jeep Before you walk in I need all the deets Call your bluffing I never been beat Ask your momma he never been cheap Off the wocky I'm going to sleep Gunna gunna I'm calling the heat Yeah she down cause she get on her knees I been working but nothing but- Stare, so divine Ain't nobody that look like mine Stare, so divine Ain't nobody that look like mine I'm riding through the streets with my Glockiana