From You

From you Guess I have to run from you From you From you I guess I have to run from you Yes I have to run from you I gotta go chase the dollars My money speak all different languages French baddie tell her what's happening I be so fly like a pelican I swear these niggas they not relevant Spark it up I need my medicine Cannot conversate with you there's no relevance If the cops are asking questions There will never be a settlement Bitch so fine she really heaven sent Gotta love her with the lemon smell I know she on me for a reason still Gotta love her when she on her knees Shit too easy just like ABC's Gotta love it when she Japanese From you Guess I have to run from you From you From you I guess I have to run from you Yves Sain Laurent I got that shit on That shit not from the mall That shit came from Milan Yves Sain Laurent I got that shit on That shit not from the mall That shit came from Milan You From you I really gotta run from you You From you Really gotta run from you