Get What I Want (feat. 808Donnie)
Yuh, yuh
Runnin' my money you runnin' my check
Runnin' my money you runnin' my check, yeah
Runnin' my money you just runnin' my check
Double up hoes and then double up O's
Hittin' it from the back and tellin' that bitch I'm a ghost
Runnin' my money you runnin' my check
Tellin' my bitch go handle my money, go hand me the vest
Tellin' that bitch to tell all my niggas we smokin' a spliff
Runnin' my check and just tellin' lil' bitch I know what I get
I know what I want and I know what I get
How many niggas gon' tell me that what I need is confession
Tell that bitch I know what I want
I know what I want, babe I know
Yuh
Runnin' my money you runnin' my check
Fuckin' this bitch so who am I finna fuck next
Pop me Two pills, why would I stress
Yo, oh yeah, I ran out my money, I had to fineness
Ran off with your heart, I left you a mess
Was gone for two years, you thought I was dead
Little you know, I was high off the meds
Gotta get all of this shit off my chest
Wasn't my fault, I was just mad
I had to go get it, they ran me my check
Had to cut you off, this shit for the best
Went to the bank, they run me my check
Runnin' my money you runnin' my check
Double up hoes and then double up O's
Hittin' it from the back and tellin' that bitch I'm a ghost
Runnin' my money you runnin' my check
Tellin' my bitch go handle my money, go hand me the vest
Runnin' my money you runnin' my check
Runnin' my money you runnin' my check, yeah
Runnin' my money you just runnin' my check
Double up hoes and then double up O's
Hittin' it from the back and tellin' that bitch I'm a ghost
Runnin' my money you runnin' my check
Tellin' my bitch go handle my money, go hand me the vest
Tellin' that bitch to tell all my niggas we smokin' a spliff
Runnin' my check and just tellin' lil' bitch I know what I get
I know what I want and I know what I get
How many niggas gon' tell me that what I need is confession
Tell that bitch I know what I want
I know what I want, babe I know
Yuh
Runnin' my money you runnin' my check
Fuckin' this bitch so who am I finna fuck next
Pop me Two pills, why would I stress
Yo, oh yeah, I ran out my money, I had to fineness
Ran off with your heart, I left you a mess
Was gone for two years, you thought I was dead
Little you know, I was high off the meds
Gotta get all of this shit off my chest
Wasn't my fault, I was just mad
I had to go get it, they ran me my check
Had to cut you off, this shit for the best
Went to the bank, they run me my check
Runnin' my money you runnin' my check
Double up hoes and then double up O's
Hittin' it from the back and tellin' that bitch I'm a ghost
Runnin' my money you runnin' my check
Tellin' my bitch go handle my money, go hand me the vest
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Writer(s): Apollo Unity
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