Friends

When the well runs dry
And the bills pile up to your neck
And the hoes disappear
And your bros ain’t there
It was all fun when you had a check
You see who your real friends are
You can see it clear now
You see who your real friends are
You can see it clear now
Bet you see it clear now
Why not give all my money to my friends?
Why not go and buy all my homeboys a Benz?
Why shouldn’t I buy all these 'lil bitches Louis Vuittons?
So we can all kick it at my crib and pretend
Like they ain’t all present for the presents that I give and
They can all agree with all of my ideas like
Everyone who wants to be my homie gets a Rolly
And I’ll pay all your bills and you will never owe me