Russ is slowly but surely cultivating a cult following for himself with his consistent output of quality self-produced tracks. This time around the Atlanta rapper lays down some quivering minor chords as the backdrop for his foray into the mind of the gold digger, a.k.a. all the ladies who have been sleeping with him as an ulterior motive when they are really coming for his cash reserve. "It ain't nothing personal/ its business and I'm a commodity," he raps.
He throws back it to 10th grade poetry but holding it down with an ABAB rhyme scheme, stream "What They Want," rate and comment.
Got a chick i call her Lola
She feel like the ocean
Likes to drink and smoke some doja
And i feel like smokin
Plus she good at charmin cobras
I feel like im chosen
But she aint the only one