"What They Want" lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, we just havin' motion, just doin' what we wanna do, really, you know what I'm sayin'?
Really have no pressure on none of this shit
You know what I'm sayin'? You hear me?

Lame ass nigga, come and get your ho
It's off top like tic-tac-toe
I could hop in the Maybach and drive this dome
All the bad bitches, get what you want
Yeah, hair done, nails done, new salon, what you need?
Fucked the bitch like I'm still out on bond, fuck you mean?
Drank here, pull her hair, get drunk
Bad bitches, they just wanna have fun

All the bad bitches gettin' what we want
All the bad bitches gettin' what we want
All the bad bitches gettin' what we want
All the bad bitches gettin' what we want

Direct deposit, direct to knockin'
You ain't got it, if you do, then should swallow it
She be modelin', them niggas followin'
She bring the dollars in, could make the bottle back
Hundred bands what it took, hundred bands, make it two
Made plans in Peru, new ass, what it do?
Copped a AP, took eight P two
New crib, new car, look at what that ass do

All the bad bitches gettin' what we want
All the bad bitches gettin' what we want
All the bad bitches gettin' what we want
All the bad bitches gettin' what we want

Credit card swipe, ten racks
Flew to Miami, came back, ass fat
New Range Rover, she a bartender
Wow, she too damn fine, I'ma skeet in her
Got on an Amazon dress and it see-through
Hell, yeah, I fucked the bitch, nigga, me too
He put the cuffs on a bitch, nigga, wee-woo
Like Future said, all the bitches love seafood

All the bad bitches gettin' what we want
All the bad bitches gettin' what we want
All the bad bitches gettin' what we want
All the bad bitches gettin' what we want

Look, get turnt, get loose, she the truth
I don't need one, I need two
Shit, I need a group, you, you, and you
And her, too
I'll go to hell if I ever hurt you
She gon' sing my raps like she got a verse, too
She ratchet, she fine, she nasty, she mine
Yeah, I bought the watch and I got the first two
Okay, real big bags and she poppin' as hell
And when she get mad, we go shop at Chanel
And every other day, I send a thousand on Zelle
Your last man was gettin' money? Baby, I couldn't tell, let's go

All the bad bitches gettin' what we want
All the bad bitches gettin' what we want
All the bad bitches gettin' what we want
All the bad bitches gettin' what we want

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
I pay for hair, outfit, and toes
I turned to a cameraman, shawty, strike a pose
Look, can you make it clap while your fingers on your toes?
She spin around like a ballerina, man, you should've seen her
Big booty bitch named Tisha, she a eater
Fucked me on the first night, yeah, that's a keeper
Washing machine head, man, you know I can't leave her
Are you her? 'Cause I'm him
Handicap match me, you, and your friends
Durag, butt naked, Louis V, Timbs
Cart my back, girl, you know I'm him, trim