Rich Homie Quan - Whatever lyrics

Feat. Young Thug What you tell them Thugger! [Hook: Young Thug] I’ma pull up, eat on that p**y and dip I’ma keep one inside the chamber like Wilt Baby girl spoiled and she spoileder than milk And keep her on my side like a f*ckin’ hip She gon’ make sure I survive, she gon’ do it well Baby I just want them thighs right under that belt She just want me to keep them lies all to myself Word, she gon’ help me like she’s Santa’s elves [Verse 1: Young Thug] She gon’ look over these b**hes like terms and conditions I’ma move her out the trenches and buy her a Bentley I’ma f*ck her then hold on to her like she was missin’ I’ma pull on that wavy hair cause it’s Indian Remy I grab the key, she wanna ride with me She tied the knot so she can die with me She say she can do the same thing as 5 b**hes (So what you do?) So I went and fired them 5 b**hes She the B-E-S-T, best She ride me, 200 on that p**y like a T-Rex I won’t stop lovin’ her, no way, no way, I’ma invest In her (What you tell em Thugger?) [Hook: Young Thug] [Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan] I had to hit her from the back then dip up out it I don’t know what it is but it’s somethin’ about her When she around she do somethin’ to me, I can’t doubt it I don’t know what it is, but it’s some’ ’bout her Shawty got me f*cked up, blowin’ O’s, no Audi Her ex n*gga, he f*cked up and I don’t give no f*ck about him But I’ll do whatever when it come down to shawty The feds askin’ questions, I don’t know sh** about it Somethin’ ’bout lil shawty that I can’t put my finger on It’s somethin’ ’bout lil shawty, she rather text, she don’t be on phones It’s somethin’ ’bout lil shawty, say it, that got Rich Homie gone Shawty the best in my eyes and I know She don’t do fashion and she don’t even go outdoors Before she was ready you already knew I know Shawty made me sick, I’m feelin’ like I got a cold Can’t forget about my bro What you tell em Thugger? [Hook: Young Thug] [Bridge: Rich Homie Quan and Young Thug] It’s somethin’ about her, Thug, it’s somethin’ ’bout her What it be? She got my life, I wanna wanna rob her, don’t take it Not Young Scooter but all she know is count up She countin’ I’m on her front end like a f*ckin’ blouse I’m on her head like a f*ckin’ bounty No hunter I’ma eat her like I’m hungry at Benihanas