Curtains Interlude (feat. 451)
Pull them curtains on the Maybach-Benz
Circle very tight, that's right, we ain't got friends
Paper all around me, but I ain't got pens
If you never fucked with me, say that then
You the type to tweet but never say that shit
We just fuck for free, we never save that trick
That was in the past, we don't play that shit
Couple times I had to dash, couldn't pay my shit
That's right
I just tell it how it is
Even if it breaks your heart
Niggas ain't no little kids, I'm a grown man
They be acting like a bitch
Then they fuck around and switch
There be muhfucker's snitching on their own mans
Yeah, I'm street smart, but I never had a choice
This my street art, yeah we always making noise
Listen sweetheart
I know you want dollar bills
But I like my women organic cause everything is real
Pull them curtains on the Maybach-Benz
Circle very tight, that's right, we ain't got friends
Paper all around me, but I ain't got pens
If you never fucked with me, say that then
You the type to tweet but never say that shit
We just fuck for free, we never save that trick
That was in the past, we don't play that shit
Couple times I had to dash, couldn't pay my shit
(On a Maybach-Benz)
(Ain't got friends)
(Ain't got pens)
(Say that then)
Circle very tight, that's right, we ain't got friends
Paper all around me, but I ain't got pens
If you never fucked with me, say that then
You the type to tweet but never say that shit
We just fuck for free, we never save that trick
That was in the past, we don't play that shit
Couple times I had to dash, couldn't pay my shit
That's right
I just tell it how it is
Even if it breaks your heart
Niggas ain't no little kids, I'm a grown man
They be acting like a bitch
Then they fuck around and switch
There be muhfucker's snitching on their own mans
Yeah, I'm street smart, but I never had a choice
This my street art, yeah we always making noise
Listen sweetheart
I know you want dollar bills
But I like my women organic cause everything is real
Pull them curtains on the Maybach-Benz
Circle very tight, that's right, we ain't got friends
Paper all around me, but I ain't got pens
If you never fucked with me, say that then
You the type to tweet but never say that shit
We just fuck for free, we never save that trick
That was in the past, we don't play that shit
Couple times I had to dash, couldn't pay my shit
(On a Maybach-Benz)
(Ain't got friends)
(Ain't got pens)
(Say that then)
Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Soriano
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