[Intro: Young Thug] (BL$$D)
I just let lil' mama suck me up, girl
Bitch tryna drive in a Rolls Royce or the bus‚ girl?
I jumped off the porch and went straight up‚ girl (Straight up‚ girl)
You can leave your town and head to another world

[Bridge: Young Thug] What the move?
I'm tired of hurtin' you
I'm tired of spyin' on you
Tell her paint my shoes
I made it rain on you
When it was hard to maintain too
I was playin' games with you
Like you could never play games too, woah (Yeah)

[Chorus: Young Thug] You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton, diamonds‚ keep calm (Okay)
All you do is point at what you want (Point it out)
Crystal cut pointers in the charm, c'mon (Oh yeah)
Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (For a duff')
Nigga tryna buy the cash cost (Woo)
Percy Miller bracelet with the woes
Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (For a duff')
You make it twerk for me
You get a purse from me
Eighty thousand dollars for her Birkin
You get a verse for free
I make her worship me
Copy it in bursts for me
Turn to a P-I-M-P, I make her work for me
You don't want the bag‚ oh no, no, no
I make her drop it and pop it and work it on my nose
I make her sit up then suck it, she fuckin' at my shows, mmh
I make her sit up, she fuckin', she suckin' at my shows, ayy

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] Drip, drip, no shoestring my sneaker, won't trip
My jeans is so tight they don't fit
Still walk around with a stick on my hip
VVS diamonds right behind my lip
Don't walk with less than fifty on my wrist
Diamonds so cold on my neck, it got me sick
Raf Simons, mix it up with the Rick
Flexin' on these haters who sent me 'my bad'
Made it from the soil, made it from the Rex
Richer than your first, richer than your last
LUV, know I got swag
Pop a rubber band, pop another Xan'
I groove around, party pack my hand
I'm seeing double lookin' through my lens
Tell me what you want, I just want your friend

[Chorus: Young Thug] You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton, diamonds, keep calm (Okay)
All you do is point at what you want (Point it out)
Crystal cut pointers in the charm, c'mon (Oh yeah)
Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (For a duff')
Nigga tryna buy the cash cost (Woo)
Percy Miller bracelet with the woes
Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (For a duff')
You make it twerk for me
You get a purse from me
Eighty thousand dollars for her Birkin
You get a verse for free
I make her worship me
Copy it in bursts for me
Turn to a P-I-M-P, I make her work for me
You don't want the bag, oh no, no, no
I make her drop it and pop it and work it on my nose
I make her sit up then suck it, she fuckin' at my shows, mmh
I make her sit up, she fuckin', she suckin' at my shows, ayy

[Verse 2: Young Thug] Diamonds they cook my wrist
Leg it, they fuck all the skits, woo
Left wrist sittin' on a brick
Bitch had it 'lot like a pig (Shee)
Fist work came for the shit
Grab a AK for the wrist (Grab AK)
Gorilla, rub your Bape on a bitch (Rub your Bape)
Shoot your card K on a bitch (Bitch)
We livin' state to state on a bitch (We livin' state to state, yeah)
We never ever play with the bitch (We never ever play no)
Do everything the same on a bitch
We known to pick the brain of the bitch
I throw the big bills on a bitch
I got a few C's on a bitch
I'm in another league on a bitch
My diamond 'bout to skeet on a bitch

[Bridge: Young Thug] What's the move?
I'm tired of eyein' you (Oh yeah)
I was tired of spyin' on ya'
Tried to paint my shoes
Make it rain on you (Rain)
It was hard to maintain too, uh
I was playin' games with you
Like you couldn't play games too, hey, okay

[Chorus: Young Thug] You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton, diamonds, keep calm (Okay)
All you do is point at what you want (Point it out)
Crystal cut pointers in the charm, c'mon (Oh yeah)
Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (For a duff')
Nigga tryna buy the cash cost (Woo)
Percy Miller bracelet with the woes
Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (For a duff')
You make it twerk for me
You get a purse from me
Eighty thousand dollars for her Birkin
You get a verse for free
I make her worship me
Copy it in bursts for me
Turn to a P-I-M-P, I make her work for me
You don't want the bag, oh no, no, no
I make her drop it and pop it and work it on my nose
I make her sit up then suck it, she fuckin' at my shows, mmh
I make her sit up, she fuckin', she suckin' at my shows, ayy