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 nu—
('Tari, get over here)

Still, so divine
Ain't nobody that look like mine (mine, I-I-I-I-I-I—)
Still, so divine
Ain't nobody that look like mine (mine, mine)
They're looking at you (you), for the blueprint
You can see the admiration in their eyes
You-you-you (you), you knеw it
Everybody want a piece of thе life

I'm ridin' through the streets with my glockiana (yeah, yeah)
Got a bad lil' bitch, she a prima donna (yeah, yeah)
Okay, she love to give me head and roll my marijuana (marijuana)

Nigga, back the fuck up, know you don't wanna (woo)
I'm-I'm a cold stunner, I want the whole summer
I went and brought the bentley back, he copped a gold hummer

Okay, I can't get in it, I’mma keep it a whole hunnid
Okay, he brought the bentley back (woo)
Cop the brabus, it look like a jeep

'Fore you walk in, I need all the deets (let's go!)
Call your bluffin', I never been beaten
Ask your mama, he never been cheap (uh-uh)

Off the wocky, I'm goin' to sleep (uh-uh)
Got my gun and I'm cold with the heat (uh-uh)
Guess she down 'cause she get on her knees (woo)
I be working with nothin' but—

Still, so divine
Ain't nobody that look like mine (mine, I-I-I-I-I-I—)
Still, so divine
Ain't nobody that look like mine (mine, mine, mine, mine)

I'm ridin' through the streets with my glockiana