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)