[Ludacris & Sandy Coffee]
They want it now and fast, grabbin´ and smackin´ ass
You gotta make it last
What? Fuck me

Oh, oh, oh
Say it, make love to me
Oh, oh, oh
Say it

[Tory Lanez]
How these bitches hatin´ on you but it don´t offend you?
You my number one, just know that you got no contenders
You keep that pussy so clean when I be goin´ in
I´d spend my life in your box, don´t need no codefendant
Go act like these niggas off, like they had no existence
They can´t go the distance
I´m 0 for 0 for instance
Fuck the gym, let me pull up and get that stroke of fitness

She a five-star shawty, still down to go for Denny´s
Down to go for Wendy´s
McDonald´s chicken fries, thick as thighs
Seen it in her eyes, shawty know I know I seen it
Netflix and chill, and we could go to dinner
My schedule busy, but for you, girl, I´ll make no agenda
You got no contenders
You kept it hot for me all in my cold Decembers
No pretendin´
Don´t be trippin´ on these niggas that you lovin´ on
You gon´ fuck ´em, treat ´em like you don´t remember

[Tory Lanez]
Ooh, I need that hotness ´til the day you gone

That´s from January to December
Whatever you want
More than happy to provide it
Or like beside it
Whatever you want (Yeah)
Oh, shawty, don´t you deny it
It feel like we flyin´
Whatever you want (You want, you want)
You know I can provide it

[Tory Lanez & Ludacris]
Pullin´ up to Tory after Mr. Jones (Oh)
Only thing I care about is who gon´ get you home
My cigar full of this weed so I can switch the tone
Please don´t go to my house drunk, is anybody home?
Words slurrin´ and my vision blown

Different zone
Room spinnin´, I don´t know
Unzip my pants and get to blowin´, you so nasty
Don´t know what´s up with me
You stayed up tonight to fuck with me
Mmm, lucky me
Gucci panties hit that pussy on some double G´s
Fifty pairs of those´ll only cost a couple G´s, yeah
Just give me something to work with
Something with purpose
First time that we fucked, girl you was nervous
Moanin´ ´fore I even started touchin´ the surface
Whatever you want
Whatever you want, ha
Whatever you wanna be
Act right, shit

[Ludacris]
She want it now and fast
Grabbin´ and smackin´ ass, make it last
Beat me to the finish, wave to check a flag
Toe tag, left the pussy on a death bed
Been milkin´ the game since I was breastfed
Long enough to know that women with lisps give the best head
But not with braces
Your pussy talking´s the only conversation, yep, yep
Grab her hair, pull her track back
Got somethin´ to prove
Not from Houston but I got somethin´ to screw at all times
You said it´s all mine
All dimes, y´all fuck with nickels
I be in them guts, pokin´ them sides until it tickles

Squeeze the Charmin on the soft ass
No, I don´t pay ´em to come, I pay ´em to go, ho
No credit, all cash (Ching)
He slidin´ up and use a worthful transaction
And just hop up off my dick with no attachments
Usin´ prophylactics (Ha)
Safe to say the song is whatever you want
But it´s limited to this penis and a blunt
Holla at me, Luda!

[Tory Lanez]
Whatever you want (You want)
More than happy to provide it
Or like beside it
Whatever you want (Yeah)
Oh, shawty, don´t you deny it
It feel like we flyin´
Whatever you want (Ooh, it´s whatever you want)

You know I can provide it (I can provide it)
Ooh yeah, yeah

[ Ludacris & Sandy Coffee]
I´m ´bout to throw some game, they both one and the same
Cupid´s the one to blame
Say it, whatever you need
I´m ´bout to shed some light, ´cause each and every night
You gotta do it right (Right)
Whatever you want
I´m ´bout to throw some game, they both one and the same
Cupid´s the one to blame, say it

[Skit]
*Phone rings*

*Keys jingle*
Tory: Let ´em holla at you. Yo
Nyce: Yo, what up?
Tory: What´s poppin´?
Nyce: Yo, you still with Leah?
Tory: Shit, nah, it´s crazy. She just left out the car and shit
Nyce: Did you hit?
Tory: Nigga, of course I hit. Nigga, come now, man, it´s me
Nyce: Hahaha. Wazzup?
Tory: Wazzup?
Nyce: Wazzup?
Tory: Wazzup? Hahahaa
Nyce: Hahaha, nigga, stupid, bruh. Yo, all jokes asides, what the fuck did I call this nigga for again? Oh yeah,. You s—, you sure Leah and Jalissa ain´t friends?

Tory: Oh, for sure. They don´t even fuck with each other like that. She was in the car talkin´ ´bout it and shit
Nyce: Yeah aight. Well, yo, look. ´Nigga, we was up in the barbershop the other day
Tory: Uh-huh
Nyce: Smokin´ blunts, drinkin´ liquor
Tory: Yeah
Nyce: Shootin´ dice, talkin´ shit
Tory: Aight, my nigga, I get it. What up like? Like what you tryna tell me, bro? It´s good
Nyce: See my man was tellin´ me, bro. Jalissa, she up to some shit
Tory: What?
Nyce: And the first thing gon´ try to do is
Nyce´s girl: Nyce get off this damn phone!
Nyce: Oh fuck
Nyce´s girl: I told you I had to use the phone, you up here bumpin´ your gum, hang up this phone
Nyce: Ayo, man, you know why I´m wildin´ and shit. You know what I´m sayin´, it´s all good. I´ma holla at you later, bro
Tory: Aight, my nigga