Lyrics: Which One

Does my hair look beautiful? (Yeah)

Do my titties look right?

Think I can knock a boy off right now?


[Drake:]

All the girls that's here for the truth, come put both hands on the DJ booth

Then wine your waist to the big man sound


And I get too stiff 'cause that ting's too round, good God

Make me lift up your gown, but your face so sweet, wanna spin you around

If I go link gang, I'll bring you around

If I go to the bar, I'll bring you around

Which one? Which one?

You're not like the tings you're around

You're a real good girl, so I'm bringin' you down

But come to the bed, I'll fling you around, weh

These guys can't make songs for the gyal dem

Trust me, this how the single should sound

Fuck anyone that's bringing you down

Sweetheart, you're doing your thing right now, good God


Yeah, all the girls that's here for the truth, come put two hands pon the DJ booth

Then wine your waist pon a real good yute dem


You want Cench or your ex, which one?

You want friends or success, which one?

Tell the sound man, "Spin this one"

Play this for the gyal dem party, dun


[Central Cee:]

God forbid a girl's tryna have fun

I got X if you wanna take drugs

You wanna have sex or do you wanna make love?

Which one? Which one? Which one? Which one?

Got a fairy ting and I got a witch one

A G'd up ting that I bring sticks 'round

And I've got a good girl, good girl, snitch one

Too many gyal, now I gotta switch one

Turn the hotel to a twenty V. one

Three-sixty, my head got spun

Junk in the trunk, can see it from front

Girl, your body is tea, it's pain, I'm sprung

Your backside weighin' you down, one ton

I got a chopstick for your wonton

Tell me what you want, what you really, really want

Put a coin in the slot, ya just hit jackpot


[Drake:]

Ayy, all the girls that's here for the truth, come put two hands on the DJ booth

Then wine your waist for the six-side yute and


Put your head inna the pillow, face first

Face first, face first, face first

Ayy, face first, face first

Put your head inna the pillow, face first

I'm in the jam, know the mandem, burst

You got makeup on the white shirt

I wanna fuck out your face and skrrt

You need to throw that ting inna reverse

Then work, work, work, work, work

Yeah, work, work, work, work, work

Your last man broke your heart and it hurts

You could cry out ya eye and curse

You want diamond watch, you want purse

You don't need swimsuit, take off your shirt

Bend your back, gyal, don't say a word

Face of a angel, I come like church

I can't wait, girl, I'm not a waiter

But you're sexy, you still get served

I'm at the Claridge's in London, burst

Put your head inna the pillow, face first


Yeah, all the girls that's here for the truth, come put two hands on the DJ booth

Then wine your waist for the six-side yute dem


Ayy, you want Cench or your ex, which one?

You want friends or success, which one?

Tell the sound man, "Spin this one"

Play this for the gyal dem party, dun