(We got London on da track)

Verse 1: Summer Walker 
Niggas be insecure 
Claiming that you ain't doing enough 
Claiming that they?need?more 
What you on?your last breath, your last sweat,?your last dime? 
Out of your fucking mind 
Can't you see I'm fucking trying 
You want pussy six times a week 
And you never wanna clean up 
And you talk to me like shit 
And you handle me too rough 
And at the end of the day you got the nerve to bring up that bitch 
But that's the difference 
And when I feel like this 
I can't take no shit

Hook: Summer Walker 
Ain't gon stress you out, out, out, out, out 
We gon stretch you out, out, out, out 
We just wanna have fun, fun, fun oh, oh 
We gon make you cum, cum, cum, cum, cum

Verse 2: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie 
Girl I heard that you've been hurtin 
Just let me know if it ain't workin 
I can put mad buggattees on purpose 
We can go half on a baby on purpose 
In the Maybach is clothes, all of them curtains purposely 
Everything you do to me, you do it perfectly 
And I be in your body like surgery 
Like an insomniac I gotta pop a perky to sleep 
Throw that ass round in a circle please 
Throw that ass round in a circle for me yeah 
Like you working for me 
Don't you show no other nigga what you learning from me yeah

Chorus: Summer Walker & A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Ain't gon stress you out, out, out, out, out (yeah, yeah)
Whatever, whatever
We gon stretch you out, out, out, out, out
Whatever, whatever
We just wanna have fun, fun, fun, oh, oh
We gon make you cum, cum, cum, cum, cum

Outro: Summer Walker & A Boogie wit da Hoodie
We gonna smile
Whatever, whatever, yeah

(We got London on the track)