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Whatever You On
[Intro: Young Thug]
You should go and get what you want
You should ans-answer your door
You know how I feel about you
I don't plan on taking no deals, no need to
I hope you're ready for it, you know you owe me
Her nickname is thang, she like to get cozy
I hope it ain't a prank when you approach me
I wanna know about this thang, get on to me
Put your request in and get what you want
Girl, it's whatever you want
I'm on whatever you on
Yeah, it ain't no pressure, girl, get what you want
Yeah, I'm on whatever you on
I'm on whatever you on
(We got London On Da Track)
Say, I'm whatever you want, yeah
Tell that girl, 'give me your number'
No tellin', whatever you want
This dick, girl, you better be on (girl, you better be on...)
Talkin' my pole, the stick, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Workin' that over shift (yeah, yeah, yeah)
That shit that you want it, shit (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put it down, but you a lady (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah
Ain't no pressure, girl, have it your way
Flashin' VVS all in your face
Count a million cash all in your face, yeah, yeah
Smokin' wherever I wanna
You know, who gon' put it on ya
You said we could do whatever
Fuck your man, say my dick better
Talkin' that pole, gon' stick, yeah
Workin' that over shift, yeah
Your baby with you, dealin' with you
Put it down, get you a Lyft, yeah
Put your request in and get what you want
Girl, it's whatever you want
I'm on whatever you on
Yeah, it ain't no pressure, girl, get what you want
It's no pressure, baby
Yeah, I'm on whatever you on
Whatever you want
I'm on whatever you on
It's YG, 4Hunnid
'Cause I like it, I love it
I show you off to the public
I got you, it's nothin'
This how it go when you lustin'
Yeah, yeah
That pu*** Triple A, call me, I'll be right there, right there
I'm her toy, we got stories, we get buzz like yeah, like
Love you for that ass you got, you love me for dínero
Usually I care about that, but I don't care, though
Niggas treat their side pieces better than their mains for sure
So she ain't trippin' off them little things, no, no, no
Stop playin', girl, what's happenin'?
What's happenin'?
I got that paper, I went platinum
Ayy, stop playin', girl, what's happenin'?
Hit that request button, watch it pop up like elastic, girl
I'm whippin' antidote, I'm straight out the corner store
I maxed the black card and I got a lot of more
Fuck on the West Coast, right out there on Montrose
I'm 'bout to kick some shit, I ain't talkin' punts, though
Bentley coupes and Royces at the front door
And she got a nine, ain't talkin' Rondo
Got money on his head like it's a poncho (poncho)
I got money I can spread, I'm talking Dow Jones
I spread the money on this hoe (I spread the money on this hoe)
I'm bussin' all over her homework
I'm 'bout to bless her with some dome, yeah (with some dome)
I'm 'bout to pass her, come and give a dog a bone, yeah (sheesh)
I told the bitch, it ain't no question, go and get what you want
Put your request in and get what you want
What you want, baby?
Girl, it's whatever you want
Tell you, I got the Maybach, I can put you in the Maybach
I'm on whatever you on
Yeah, yeah, I mean like, what you need? An iced out Rolex? You can get that too
Yeah, it ain't no pressure, girl, get what you want
Oh, you wanna be a lady? A grown lady? You want the Rolex with no diamonds?
Yeah, I'm on whatever you on
I'm on whatever you on
I can, I can do that, girl
Yeah, say she love my type, but she know she ain't ever had this
She ain't ever had it like this
No, I ain't her man, but I'm here when she wanna get managed
Shawty know she bad, but she don't even know she the baddest
When it come to checks, after ass, man, I don't need the fattest
I'm on whatever you on
I'm on whatever you on
I'm on whatever you on
I'm on whatever you on
I'm on whatever you on
I'm on whatever you on
(We got London On Da Track)