Don't ask no questions, just rub my shoulders when I'm under pressure
I'm doin' what your last ass nigga could never
Fuck up the store, blow a bag when I'm with her
What, ever you want you can get it
Ain't with no extra shit, she 'bout her cheddar
Love when I smile, she say it make her wetter
My ride or die she told me it's whatever
You make me better
She with whatever I'm with (might hit us a lick, and fuck on a bitch)
She with whatever I'm with (we ballin' together, we both gon' assist)
She with whatever I'm with (she ridin' with me, we neva gon' stop)
She with whatever I'm with (ain't worry 'bout no other bitch takin' her spot)

Don't need a pen, this a vocal love letter
I shot my shot at you like a Beretta
See some miss I like and tell you go at her
Why cheat when we can just fuck her together
Know all my shit but she far from a groupie
Red bone syndrome, bought her some rubies
Hold onto me tight, don't let go or you'll lose me
Got shot by cupid, he must had a UZI (grr)
That Fashion Nova got her lookin' sexy
She don't get what she want, she gon' call me petty
When I walk thru the door she like let me smell it
Put it in her belly, every time we sexin', ugh (ugh)
Okay (okay)
Eat on me like I'm an entree (right now)
We in the car, it a fourway (seatback)
Pussy so cold, like a snowday (yeah, yeah)
She the headliner ain't no number two (two)
Do I love her? Shit I think I do (do)
Fuck these hoes, all I want is you (you)
Fuck these hoes, all I want is you (fuck these hoes)
I'm her type, she like thuggish niggas (me)
Perfect frame, guess I fit the picture (bag)
With what I'm with, like a gang member
She don't fight my bitch, she gon' hang with us

Don't ask no questions, just rub my shoulders when I'm under pressure
I'm doin' what your last ass nigga could never
Fuck up the store, blow a bag when I'm with her
What, ever you want you can get it
Ain't with no extra shit, she 'bout her cheddar
Love when I smile, she say it make her wetter
My ride or die she told me it's whatever
You make me better
She with whatever I'm with (might hit us a lick, and fuck on a bitch)
She with whatever I'm with (we ballin' together, we both gon' assist)
She with whatever I'm with (she ridin' with me, we neva gon' stop)
She with whatever I'm with (ain't worry 'bout no other bitch takin' her spot)

Yeah (yeah)
Body goals, like you fell outta heaven
I like to gas you up, 7/11
Lookin' someethin' like a snack and a beverage
Take what I'm offering, just like a reverend
Say she don't care none 'bout my status (nope)
I'm in charge and she understand it
Not a stick shift, she automatic (skrrt)
Drive a Benz and she rock a Patek
If a nigga ain't right she gon' put it in my ear
And she hate it when I pull up, fuck on it, disappear
So familiar with my scent, she can smell it when I'm near
And you know she locked in, tryna watch me shed a tear
All that talkin' tough, we ain't on that shit (nope)
My lil' gangsta she a pistol whip a nigga bitch
More realer than these niggas, she don't play this shit
Tell her something, she gon' do it now

Don't ask no questions, just rub my shoulders when I'm under pressure
I'm doin' what your last ass nigga could never
Fuck up the store, blow a bag when I'm with her
What, ever you want you can get it
Ain't with no extra shit, she 'bout her cheddar
Love when I smile, she say it make her wetter
My ride or die she told me it's whatever
You make me better
She with whatever I'm with (might hit us a lick, and fuck on a bitch)
She with whatever I'm with (we ballin' together, we both gon' assist)
She with whatever I'm with (she ridin' with me, we neva gon' stop)
She with whatever I'm with (ain't worry 'bout no other bitch takin' her spot)

Yeah

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Demario White, Dylan McKinney, Robert Gullatt