We got London on da track Feeling insecure Claiming that you ain't doing enough Claiming that they need more Want you on your last breath Your last sweat Your last dime? Out of your fucking mind Can't you see I'm fucking trying You want pussy six times a week And you never wanna clean up And you talk to me like shit And you handle me too rough And at the end of the day You got the nerve to bring up that bitch But that's the difference And when I feel like this I can't take no shit Ain't gon' stress you out, out, out, out, out We gon' stretch you out, out, out, out We just wanna have fun, fun, fun, oh, oh We wanna make you cum, cum, cum, cum, cum Girl I heard that you've been hurtin Just let me know if it ain't workin I could put mad baguettes on you on purpose We can go half on a baby on purpose In the Maybach let's close all of the curtains purposely Everything you do to me, you do it perfectly And I be in your body like surgery Like an insomniac I gotta pop a perky to sleep Throw that ass round in a circle please Throw that ass round in a circle for me, yeah Like you working for me Don't you show no other nigga what you learning from me, yeah Ain't gon' stress you out, out, out, out, out (yeah, yeah) Whatever, whatever We gon' stretch you out, out, out, out, out Whevever, wherever We just wanna have fun, fun, fun, oh, oh We wanna make you cum, cum, cum, cum, cum We gonna smile Whatever, whatever, yeah We got London on the track