[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ah-skrr-skrr
Hahahaha
Uh, alright
Alright
Yeah

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I turn five to a ten, I turn twenty to a fifty
Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
I turn five to a ten, I turn twenty to a fifty
Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
Whatchu want, tell me whatchu want (what do you want?)
Like whatchu want, like what do you want? (what do you want?)
Whatchu want? Let a n***a know
Let a n***a know, let a n***a know

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
You get hit, 40'll hurt you
I got your bitch on me and your mama on me and she birthed you
Blowin' Uzi, I'm just off the shits
Got your bitch on me, she all up on the dick
I get so turnt up, countin' these bands, bands
I don't give a mothafuck, I am the man
Stay down with mad n***as, your girl my baby
I'm fuckin' on her, I am too lazy
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I turn five to a ten, I turn twenty to a fifty
Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
I turn five to a ten, I turn twenty to a fifty
Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
Whatchu want, tell me whatchu want (what do you want?)
Like whatchu want, like what do you want? (what do you want?)
Whatchu want? Let a n***a know
Let a n***a know

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
Fergy gonna get 'em, youngin' doin' better
Uzi with the Uzi, hit him through the leather
Black Panther party, Huey with the leather
Feel like I'm him with the cheddar
Put 'em in the soup, portobello
Hit him in the head through his cerebellum
N***a better tell him my uncle OG with a motherfuckin' felon
He'll dead him in a second if I tell him
Spoke to NumbaNine 'fore he went to jail and
He was on his way to his dreams
Then his dreams started derailing from a weapon
These kids I try to tell 'em, don't get caught with the weapon
Hip-hop police on the 'Gram and they can't wait to get 'em
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I turn five to a ten, I turn twenty to a fifty
Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
I turn five to a ten, I turn twenty to a fifty
Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
Whatchu want, tell me whatchu want (what do you want?)
Like whatchu want, like what do you want? (what do you want?)
Whatchu want? Let a n***a know
Let a n***a know, let a n***a know

[Verse 3: Rich The Kid]
Trap, he smoking on midnight gas
Finessing a n***a with pounds of the swag
My bitches, they bustin', you n***as, you cuffin'
I trap out the bando, them onions
Whatchu want, whatchu want, my n***a?
I'm booted, them Xans, wrappin' the bricks in saran
You don't want problems
Bitch I got choppers, Afghanistan
Migo Gang, A$AP Mob, he might fuck around get robbed
30 gold chains I flex, but I ain't ever had no job
Turn twenty to a fifty
Tryna jump at Rich the Kid, diamonds dancin' like Diddy
I trap in the kitchen with Whitney
Actavis killin' my kidneys
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I turn five to a ten, I turn twenty to a fifty
Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
I turn five to a ten, I turn twenty to a fifty
Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
Whatchu want, tell me whatchu want (what do you want?)
Like whatchu want, like what do you want? (what do you want?)
Whatchu want? Let a n***a know
Let a n***a know, let a n***a know

[Produced By: Charlie Heat & Carnage]