WYDTM (feat. DeJ Loaf)

Yeah, baby, what you do to me

Let's take a ride, baby

Yeah, let's take a ride, baby

Take a ride with me in my car

Don't take it wrong, I'm a star

I want you, baby, go hard

Let's take a ride off to Mars

Couple hate you, baby, I may

Everybody left you, I'll take you

You backed out of a lot of relationships

And we ain't got a relationship, baby

What you do to me, what you do to me, baby

What you do to me, what you do to me, baby

What you do to me, what you do to me

What you do to me, baby, what you do to me

Take a ride off in my car

Don't take it wrong, I'm a star

I want you, baby, go hard

Let's take off to Mars

Baby, what you do to me

What you do to me, baby, what you do to me

What you do to me, baby

Change your life, change your life

Type of shit that I do

Make you fall in love

Type of shit that I do

You got me screaming to the top of my lungs

You make me feel like I'm on top of the world

Need a **** like Durk, yeah

We could start a family, OTF, yeah

He be off lean, still work, yeah

That's good pussy, good stroke, yeah

All you bitches mad I came through

And I locked you down, I hold you down

I got you baby, that's right

Walk, walk, real rider, cool right beside me

Yeah that's my baby, I don't need no other driver

Don't need cash, I just buy Balenziaga's

He a savage, I love everything about him like

What you do to me, what you do to me, baby

What you do to me, what you do to me, baby

What you do to me, what you do to me

What you do to me, baby, what you do to me

Take a ride off in my car

Don't take it wrong, I'm a star

I want you, baby, go hard

Let's take off to Mars

Baby, what you do to me

What you do to me, baby, what you do to me

What you do to me, baby

Off some henny, so I make love to you

Like fuck up, my ****, you fuck with a savage

So I'ma go crazy, they fuck with you

Me you, no others, cool DeJ Loaf baby, I want you

Truth or dare, so it's true

Wanna blow that pussy like a flute

I wanna lay down on it

Rapper sing on it, put a ring on it

No Beyonce, we can be like Kim and Kanye

Except you can be my fiancé

Balenziaga's, you can hide a joint

My show money and you can't afford

Real shit, ain't just recording

Just made two hundred off touring

These bitches back on they phones

Fakes girls, I love them fibbers

Take hands of singles, I blow it

Man I can't wife these hoes and she know it

She want a relationship and I'm all for it

Baby, what you do to me

What you do to me, what you do to me, baby

What you do to me, what you do to me, baby

What you do to me, what you do to me

What you do to me, baby, what you do to me

Take a ride off in my car

Don't take it wrong I'm a star

I want you, baby, go hard

Let's take off to Mars

Baby, what you do to me

What you do to me, baby, what you do to me

What you do to me, baby