WTF I Want lyrics

[Intro]
DJ Chose

[Verse 1]
Ayy, first of all, I'm from Houston
Picky b*tch, I'm choosy
Feel like it, I'ma do it (Uh)
New-new with the new sh*t (Mwah)
I do what the f*ck I want when the f*ck I want (Uh)
b*tch, don't like me all you want, run up, bet you won't (Uh)
(Houston, we have a problem) (Hey, yeah)
b*tch, don't like me all you want, run up, bet you don't (Uh)
(Five, four, three, two, one) Ayy, ayy, yeah
I do what I want and you do what you can
That's why I'm breaking your man (Huh)

[Verse 2]
Today, I woke up in my act (Huh)
Look at these b*tches, they whack (Ugh)
Now look at Megan, she bad (Ayy)
n*ggas in love with this ass (Ayy)
Ride you, ride you like a beat (Beat)
Want me next to you like I'm B (Huh)
College girl like Moesha (Uh)
With titties like Mia Khalifa (Woo)
I need to run up a bag quick
I need to hit me a new lick
I told these hoes, "Quit f*cking these tricks" (Ugh)
I get that money, not givin' up sh*t
Gettin' my muhf*ckin' money on (Yeah)
And I ain't comin' if the money wrong (Nope)
b*tches hate me like I done 'em wrong (What?)
Talkin' sh*t but they ain't comin' wrong
Do we have a problem, b*tch? (Do we?)
Wit' yo' n*gga, prolly, b*tch (Maybe)
You soft and I'm solid, b*tch, uh (Rocky)
Walk in (Uh), look like (Uh), money, b*tch (Yeah)
[Bridge]
I do what the f*ck I want when the f*ck I want (Ayy)
b*tch, don't like me all you want, run up, bet you won't
(Bet you won't)
Man, I'm on these b*tches necks like a f*cking charm (f*cking charm)
Make a n*gga come quick like I f*cking owe him

[Verse 3]
I look like I belong in a pageant
Most of these b*tches look like they done had it
I know I'm pretty but sh*t could get ratchet
Pull up with n*ggas that's full of that action (Huh)
He think my hustle attractive (Uh)
Thumbin' through money, romantic (Ayy)
Ride on the di*k how I dance (Uh)
Your b*tch only f*ck on her back (Ew)
I be talkin' to him reckless when I'm super faded
I told that n*gga, "Eat this pus*y like your mama made it," uh (Yeah)
Sitting on your bae face, I'm the babysitter (Uh)
If you knew the b*tch was lame, why you f*ckin' with her? (Uh)
I want that face like a book (Uh)
Get in your mouth like I cook (Uh)
Butt naked, serving him looks (Uh)
I got the girls and they shook (Uh)
I really go harder than hoes (Uh)
Harder than some of your bro's (Uh)
She wanna be me, I know it (Uh)
He let this pus*y control him (Uh)
[Outro]
Ayy, ayy, yeah
Young Tina Snow goin' hard on a ho, ah
Ayy, ayy, and I'm still running through the mall wit' yo' motherf*ckin 'Daddy (Ah)