PURPLE HEART (w/ Don Toliver)

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)

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 knew it
Everybody want a piece of your 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, I'm on my marijuana (marijuana)
Nigga, back the fuck up, know you don't wanna (whoo)

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 keep it a whole hundred
Okay, he brought the Bentley back (whoo)

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-huh)

Off the Wocky, I'm goin' to sleep (uh-huh)
Got my gun, and I'm cold with the heat (uh-huh)
Guess she down 'cause she get on her knees (whoo)
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)

I'm ridin' through the streets with my Glockiana



Credits
Writer(s): Caleb Toliver, Taha Ahmad
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