YG - Whatever You On lyrics

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih] 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) [Verse 1: Jeremih & Ty Dolla $ign] 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 sh** that you want it, sh** (yeah, yeah, yeah) Put it down, but you a lady (yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah [Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign] 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 f** 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 [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign, Jeremih & YG] 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 [Verse 3: YG] '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 p**y 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 a** you got, you love me for dinero Usually I care about that, but I don't care though n***as 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 bu*ton, watch it pop up like elastic, girl [Verse 4: Young Thug] I'm whippin' antidote, I'm straight out the corner store I maxed the black card and I got a lot of more f** on the west coast, right out there on Montrose I'm 'bout to kick some sh**, 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 [?] I spread the money on the [?] (I spread the money on the [?]) I'm bussin' all over her homework I'm 'bout to bless her with some dome, yeah (with some dome) I'm 'bout to pa** her, come and give a dog a bone, yeah (sheesh) It ain't no question, gon' get what you want [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign, Jeremih & YG] 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 [Outro: Jeremih & Ty Dolla $ign] 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 a**, 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)