Purple Flowers

Intro 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