Maybach Curtains

Who I want this week?

Don't always wanna fuck, who I want this week

Don't always wanna fuck

Know I'm gon' run it up, do it in my sleep

Know I'm gon' run it up

Don't always wanna fuck, who I want this week?

Know I'ma wanna run it up, do it in my sleep

Don't always wanna fuck, who I want this week?

Aye, put my choppa up, this shit ain't for the weak

Them bodies got me sweating, shaking in my sleep

It hurt to watch you leave, I think I'm in too deep

I said the more I caught them slipping once he creep

It's platinum bowls we have, boy, I need 15 for P

Don't want no trouble here, them choppas near the streets

Man fuck this rap shit, 15 piece stuck in my Godard baggage

Stuck in them trenches, but the millions, now I'm tryna grab it

Opp **** better not run up, switch it, fuck it, let 'em have it

Oh, I'm starting to peep, them **** hating 'cause they know we have it

I'm tryna make love tonight, girl, I don't want no cookie

Can we get matching Richie's? Birkin? Hold my switches

I'm at the black Suburban truck, I got straight zombies with me

G63, big body Benz, this ain't no fuckin' renty

No, I won't ever leave the trap, them junkies calling my burner

Got to think peaceful when I rap, try not talk about murder

I spin 'em all around, stop it till it burning

I broke her heart but she so fragile, I'm still learning

I lost the ones love, and now my world ain't turning

I'ma tryna spin 'em, stretch 'em, catch 'em all and purge 'em

Real ones in my lane 'cause I'ma step on shit for certain

Right now I'm hurting count them racks behind the Maybach Curtains

Right now I'm hurting, count them racks behind the Maybach Curtains

Right now I'm hurting, count them racks behind the Maybach Curtains

Right now I'm hurting, count them racks behind the Maybach Curtains

Right now I'm hurting, count them racks behind the Maybach Curtains

Right now I'm hurting, count them racks behind the Maybach Curtains