Whatever She Wants
Bryson Tiller Song Lyrics

Nah, we just gettin' started

It's slum tiller, volume 2, nigga

My boy tylian snapped on this shit

We got this motherfucker goin' crazy and we don't even know-

Can't see yo' at, peace, nigga, you know what time it is

Uh...

I'ma take her bougie ass to rodeo and then let her pick up whatever she want

Cc, gucci, hit bottega, whatever she want

She piss me off, somehow she still get whatever she want

Talking 'bout her nails, I'm finna nail her ass at home

Hit it in the shower, made her tell me where she want (huh)

Like I'm singin' mase, I made her tell me what she want (huh, huh)

(Huh-huh, huh-huh-huh, wow)

She on a power trip again

I know pussy power got me buyin' shit again

Friends ain't jackin' me, you must be lyin' to your friends

They know I'm a beast, I wake the giants up again (huh-huh, huh-huh-huh)

Shinin' once again

Ran it up, I told lil' mama, 'slide in my dms' (huh, uh)

Now I'm right back in, oh

Locked in

Shawty got that dress on so the block is hot again

Thick so when I hit it sound like flocka adlibs (baow-baow, baow-baow-baow)

Got her ass again

Then she got to trippin' over nothin' yet again

Got a nigga feelin' like a sucker yet again

Close off my emotion then I rush to let her in

Hurry up and let her in (huh)

I'ma take her bougie ass to rodeo and then let her pick up whatever she want

Cc, gucci, hit bottega, whatever she want

She piss me off, somehow she still get whatever she want

Talking 'bout her nails, I'm finna nail her ass at home

Hit it in the shower, made her tell me where she want (want)

Like I'm singin' mase, I made her tell me what she want (huh-huh, huh-huh, huh-huh)

(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, I)

I'm already knowin' (i)

She spoiled as a motherfucker

Whatever.

Huh...

Spoil her ass again

Take her to the dealership, the porsche, it got a twin, huh

Patek got a beam, huh, hold it to the lens

Put the ice I bought you on and show it to your friends, huh

Shop until we lean, huh

Bae, let's make it even (ayy)

She don't hold a damn thing, she spicy like tajin (hot, hot, hot, hot, hot)

Ha, yeah, she spicy like tajin, ayy, look, bae, don't make no sense.

I'm finna take her bougie ass to rodeo and then let her pick up whatever she want

Cc, gucci, hit bottega, whatever she want

She piss me off, somehow she still get whatever she want (uh-huh)

Talking 'bout her nails, I'm finna nail her ass at home

Hit it in the shower, made her tell me where she want (huh)

Like I'm singin' mase, I made her tell me what she want (huh-huh, huh-huh, huh-huh)