K Smith, King Los - I Get What I Want lyrics

Yuh! Yuh! I do what I want! (I do)
I need to hear myself talkin' to these niggas
Yuh! Yuh! Yuh! Yuh! I do what I want!

Alright I get what I want, I fuck who I want
I say what I want, I do what I want
I go where I want, she know what I want
I get what I want, I get what I want
Say it's a bunch of bad bitches
And I know who they want
I know who they want, I know who they want
Yeah it's a bunch of bad bitches
And I know who they want
I know who they want, I know who they want

Oh yeah I used to not have shit
Now I'm somethin' gotta bunch of bad bitches
And you know that money comin'
I go where I want
Every time I'm out we be stuntin'
You know K in the buildin'
Still remembers them young-ins
Alright, that bitch bad I got her
If it ain't me it's my partner
I'm on South Beach in that 'rari
The mind drawn and I'm proud it
I'm ridin' round with two bitches
And they turnt up on molly
Now we out in Cali this my type of party
You know I kill it, got that strap
And that thing go, that thing go
Everytime we at these shows
These hoes just can't keep they control
Out in Vegas with that dough
I just pray I bring that home
Cause it's a bunch of bad bitches
And they just won't leave me 'lone
I say my bad bitches gon' link up
Whenever a nigga call for 'em
Cause, I ball hard Chris Paul on 'em
Designer shit, that's all on 'em
And yo girl be callin' for me
This my life and I'm all for it
On tour or off tour i get what I want
Cause, I'm that boy

Alright I get what I want, I fuck who I want
I say what I want, I do what I want
I go where I want, she know what I want
I get what I want, I get what I want
Say it's a bunch of bad bitches
And I know who they want
I know who they want, I know who they want
Yeah it's a bunch of bad bitches
And I know who they want
I know who they want, I know who they want

King! Man I'm stackin' bands and laughin'
Turned a penny to a pretty Penny
Call it Janet Jackson
Uhh, trynna make that pay day off ya
My coupe dynamite
The grill mean like JJ father
Slow down! Nigga please
Bigga B's in a sucker face
See you stationed in a sucker place
You pull up in the little V
We pull up in the motherfuckin' uppercase
Think about it boy
Big toys like a Happy Meal
No big toys like a half a mill
I'm that black and then I black the wheels
Back trackin' when niggas was back packin'
Now a nigga pull a Phantom
In the trap for real
Go hard for a dollar bill
Floatin' hard on Impala wheels
How that powder feel?
Can you whip it with the left hand
We was jammin' to death
My nigga fuck Def Jam
Shit, I hope you know what I mean
We was Interscope before it was IB
King! Shoutout to Diddy
Back when I was broke
That nigga called my phone and
I shout out the city, like
Oh, ha, man shit, in other words
That's some real man shit
And no a nigga never really had shit
But, I got passed all my past shit
Ha, now the guts so tight on the whip
Like I got it on some ab shit
Ha, and now you niggas absent
Let me tell you how it is when you classic
I get what I want!

Alright I get what I want, I fuck who I want
I say what I want, I do what I want
I go where I want, she know what I want
I get what I want, I get what I want
Say it's a bunch of bad bitches
And I know who they want
I know who they want, I know who they want
Yeah it's a bunch of bad bitches
And I know who they want
I know who they want, I know who they want