London On Da Track ft. Young Thug, Ty Dolla $ign, Jeremih, YG - Whatever You On Lyrics

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' 'bout Pogo stick, yeah (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)

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 Pogo stick, yeah
Workin' that over shift, yeah
Yo baby what you dealin' with yeah
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
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 my 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, gon' get what you want

Girl, it's whatever you want
I'm on whatever you want

I mean like, what you need? An iced out Rolex? You can get that too
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?
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

(We got London On Da Track)