Runway

And I, uh

I spend my checks on gold rings and gold things

And if a nigga talk shit then I'm going to see 'em

Heartbreak hotel shawty, baby, I'm gon' bleed 'em

And I know that you'll reap what you sow

And I go to the floor with your bitch, on the low

I been thinking for a minute, I been thinking for a really long time

But this time you're his, not mine

But where the fuck was you at, when I was down in miami

And where the fuck was you at, when I had that suicide plan