Whatever You On (feat. Young Thug, Ty Dolla $ign, Jeremih & YG)

Put yo' request in and get what you want

Girl it's whatever you want

I want whatever you on

Yeah, it ain't no pressure girl, get what you want

Aye, I want whatever you on

I want whatever you on (We got London On Da Track)

Saying whatever you want

Tell that girl give me her number

Or tell her whatever you want

This dick, girl you better be on (Girl, you better be on)

Talkin' 'bout pogo stick (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Workin' that over shift (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

That shit that you wanted shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Put it down, get you a Lyft (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, ain't no pressure, girl have it your way

Flashin' vvs all in yo' face

Count a million cash all in your face (Yeah, yeah)

Smoking wherever I wanna

You know who gon' put it on ya'

You say we could do whatever

Fuck ya' man, say my dick better

Talkin' that pogo stick, yeah

Working that over shift, yeah

Lil' baby what you dealin' with, yeah

Put it down, get you Lyft, yeah

Put yo' request in and get what you want

Girl it's whatever you want

I want whatever you on

Yeah, it ain't no pressure girl, get what you want

It's no pressure, baby

Aye, I want whatever you want

I want 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 lusting

Yeah, yeah, that pussy "AAA"

Call me, I'll be right there, right there (Yeah)

I'm her toy, we got stories

We get buzzed Lightyear, like

Love you for that ass you got

You love me for dinero

Usually I care about that

But I don't care though

**** treat they side pieces better than mains fasho

So she ain't trippin' off them lil' things no, no, no

Stop playin' girl, what's happenin'? What's happenin'?

I got that paper, I went platinum

Aye, stop playin' girl, what's happenin'?

Hit that request button

Watch it pop up like Aladdin

I'm whippin' antidote

I'm straight off the corner store

I maxed the black card

And I got a lotta mo'

Fuck on the west coast

Right after lil' Mont through

I'm 'bout to kick some shit

I ain't talkin' punch though

Bentley coupes and Royce's at the front door

And she got a 9 ain't talkin' honcho, (Rondo)

Got honey over her head like it's a pancho

I got money I could spread I'm talkin' Don Jones

I spread the money on his whore (I spread the money on this hoe)

I'm bustin' all over her whole wall

I'm bout to bless her with some dome, yeah (With some dome)

I'm 'bout to pass a comet, give a dog a bone, yeah (Sheesh)

I told that bitch, "Bitch, you look good to me, go get what you want"

(What you want, baby?)

(Telling you I got the Maybach, I can put you in the Maybach, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Girl it's whatever you want

I want whatever you on

(I mean like, what you want? The iced out Rolex? We could pull that too)

Yeah, it ain't no pressure girl, get what you want

(You wanna be a lady, a Rol' lady, you want the Rolex with no diamonds?)

Yeah, I want whatever you want

I'm on whatever you want, yeah

(I could-I could do that, girl)

Say she love my type but she know ain't never had this

She ain't ever had it like this

No I ain't her man, but appear when she wanna get mad and shit

Shorty know she bad but she don't even know she the baddest

When it comes to checks, have to ask when I need the fattest

I want whatever you on

I want whatever you on

I want whatever you on

I want whatever you on

I want whatever you on

I want whatever you on

I want whatever you on