Wrapped in the warmth of you
Loving every breath of you
Steal my heart this moment
Oh, it might burst
verse 1: Wiz Khalifa
Notebook, Notebook
Trapper keeper paper
Willy Wonka's in my closet, all these flavors
Shop with me you'll get exhausted
Broke niggas stay out of Dodge
They just can't afford it, yellow star ships
Walking out the men's department
Now look at that bitch riding with me, ain't she gorgeous
You 747, I'm G4'in, snoring
Paper like the NBA, balling
No look, big house, own cook
My chick exotic, bring what I want through
And I don't even tell them what I want
I just throw pool party's in my hotel room, and they come
Didn't know I'm famous, so she claim she ain't a groupie
You feed her McDonald's, I'm at Nakama eating sushi
Got a lot of loose leaf (paper)
Come down to that money, Boy I'm straight, no chaser, okay
Hook: Rick Ross
I'm burning purple flowers
It's burning my chest
I bury the most cash, and burning the rest x4
verse 2: Drake
Tryna get this green, like I'm waiting at a long light
Broke just doesn't suit me girl, and every night is prom night
Where'd I put my bow tie, millionaire multi
Rest in peace to B.I.G, and praises to the most high
Getting stupid paid, off of smart decisions
I'm the man now, I guess that parts a given
Someone please tell me the problem, with my competition
I ask, "What's up?", and they just always say, "The cost to living"
I learn from it though, I been down, and I got up
Bring a hundred thousand to the club, and light yo' spot up
And me fallin' and landin' in love, I don't think should happen
Because everything easier to get into, than to get out of
But someone show me to the owner of this city
Cause the owner's always seen to be the only people with me
I'm still the mafia, I still run the committee
NY forever, nigga Diddy (somebody remind me where I am)
Hook: Rick Ross
I'm burning purple flowers
It's burning my chest
I bury the most cash, and burning the rest x4