Girl, it's true You do, you do, you do It's true (Oh) It's waiting for you (Uh-huh) Girl, it's true OK, I won't deny it Half the time you send a text, yep, you know I'm not replying Just to let you know, I'm not one of them niggas you be dodging I'm the one that you dodge with I'm the one that you gon' take that dress you saving out the closet I'm the one you need alone I'm the one that when you round your friends, that you gotta put on speakerphone Just so you can let them know what we be on, like he the one Yeah yeah, I know I'm young but you respect me like a father figure Young mobbish nigga, probably make you farther figures Sean Don Perrier out in Paris with a pair of Ye's going Well, I would tell you but I gotta paraphrase And even when you tripping, we tripping, I pay for ya Gourmet for ya, chauffeur arranged for ya I'll take that flight alone earlier in the day for ya Just to beat you there and prepare, let you know I'm waiting for ya Finally famous I ain't like them other niggas And I ain't bout to play no games with you You know what your problem is? You don't ever see the big picture I want you to take me serious Baby, I want you to take me serious Aw yeah, yeah (Girl, for you) Wait, wait, waiting for ya I be wait, wait, waiting for ya You've got a young boss nigga like me waiting for ya You've got that bomb ass pussy, I've been waiting for ya Who ya love? Tell me who you fucking love Tell me who you wanna fuck and love I left that sexy dress out on the bed with a note there laying for ya With directions where I'm waiting with dinner and waiter for ya I'm that nigga, she tell me I'm that nigga I'm the nigga that's your nigga even when you got a nigga That you make love with, but right before take drugs with Then right after, hit the tub, wait on me with suds Then you back that ass up on me like it's 99 Wine fine, like a bottle from the 99 Hit you with the 99 like it's fucking primetime Killed the pussy, had to hit that shit like nine times Girl, even when I'm gone, just know I'm there for ya I'm all ears, in other words here for ya I'd probably rob a fucking bank and go to jail for ya As long as I can smack that ass and pull that hair for ya Finally famous I ain't like them other niggas And I ain't bout to play no games with you You know what your problem is? You don't ever see the big picture I want you to take me serious Baby, I want you to take me serious Aw yeah, yeah (Girl, for you) I've been waiting on that ass all night though Girl, don't keep me waiting no more Yeah, yeah It's true Got some things I wanna do to you, baby Oh I ain't like them other niggas And I ain't bout to play no games with you You know what your problem is? You don't ever see the big picture I want you to take me serious Baby, I want you to take me serious Aw yeah, yeah (Girl, for you)

Put your request in and get what you want Girl, it's whatever you want I'm on whatever you want Yeah, it ain't no pressure, girl, get what you want Yeah, I'm on whatever you want I'm on whatever you want (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 want Yeah, it ain't no pressure, girl, get what you want It's no pressure, baby Yeah, I'm on whatever you want Whatever you want I'm on whatever you want 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 pussy triple X, 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 dinero 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 want plastic 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 like a spread, talking dangerous 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, gon' 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 want 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 want I'm on whatever you want 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 want I'm on whatever you want I'm on whatever you want I'm on whatever you want I'm on whatever you want I'm on whatever you want (We got London On Da Track)

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, woo-woah, yeah Girls like you (girls like you) Always got a bad attitude (ooh, yeah) God made bad bitches rude (bad bitches rude) God made bad bitches rude A lot of ass on her lip, body bad, you strip Pretty face, but a flip, in her bag with the chip (Chip) Blowin' racks at the Fifth, girl, keep it up, I can see ya Ain't nothin' like I got, I don't need you (need) Yeah, yeah (yeah, ooh, yeah) Those are the ones Those are the ones Stand on your heart (heart) And look in your eyes (eyes) I know I broke a lot of hearts (a lot of hearts) Gave my share of scars, but (ooh, yeah) Ain't nothin' worse than a broken man Can't tell your bros, they won't understand Drown out the pain with a loyal fan Use your pussy power 'cause you know you can, oh Girls like you (girls like you, ooh) Always got a bad attitude (attitude, ooh, yeah) God made bad bitches rude (bitches rude) God made bad bitches rude (ooh, yeah) Girls like you Always got a bad attitude (ooh, yeah) God made bad bitches rude God made bad bitches rude