We got London on the track You should go and get what you want You should ask, ask and y'all don't You know how I feel about you I don't plan on taking no deals with no niggas I hope you're ready for her, you know you owe me Her nickname's Stank, she like to get cozy I hope it ain't a prank when you approach me I wanna know about you, say it all to me Put your requests in it, get what you want Girl, it's whatever you want I'm on whatever you want It ain't no pressure, girl, get what you want Hope I'm whatever you want I'm on whatever you want Say I'm whatever you want Tell that girl give me room, nah No, tell her whatever you want This dick, girl, you better be on Top of my post, yeah Workin' that over shit That shit that you wanna share, yeah Put it down, get you 11 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' whatever I wanna You know we gon' put it on, yeah You said we could do whatever Fuck your man, say my dick better Talkin' that pogo stick, yeah Workin' that over shit, yeah Lil' baby, what you dealin' with, yeah Put it down, get you 11, yeah Put your records in it, get what you want Girl, it's whatever you want I'm on whatever you want It ain't no pressure, girl, get what you want I'm on whatever you want I'm on whatever you want 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 lost it Yeah, yeah That pussy trippin', lay it, call me I be right there, right there I'm a toy, we got stories, we get buzzed like Yeah, like Girl, you fat ass, you got you, let me put the narrow Usually I care about that, but I don't care though Niggas treat they side pieces better than they mainstream show So she ain't trippin' off them lil' things, no, no, no Stop playin', girl, what's happenin'? I got that paper, I went platinum Stop playin', girl, what's happenin'? Hit that request button, watch it pop up like a letter, girl I'm whippin' in the door, I'm straight off the corner store I match the black car, and I got a lot of more Fuck on the west coast, ride out this lil' monstro I'm out to kick some shit, I ain't talkin' punts, though Bentley coupes and Rosses at the front door And she got a nine, ain't talkin' punch, though Got money on her head like it's a poncho I got money, I can spread, I'm talkin' dungeon I spread the money on this hood I'm bustin' all over her homework I'm about to bless her with some dough, y'all I'm about to pass her, call her, give her dough, come on, y'all I told that bitch, it ain't no pressure, though, get what you want Girl, that's whatever you want I want whatever you want It ain't no pressure, though, get what you want I want whatever you want I want whatever you want Said she love my type, but she know that she ain't never had this type Know I ain't her man, but I'm here when she wanna get mad at this Shawty know she bad, but she don't even know that she bad at this When it come to checks, I have to ask my auntie to buy this I want whatever you want I want whatever you want I want whatever you want We got London on the tracks We got London on the tracks