conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called What They Want with the following description: In “What They Want,” Chris and Tyga rap over a hard K-Mac beat and their verses include clever wordplay. Chris' verse contains cleaning product puns, label mentions and blog shout outs. Tyga also shouts out his labels, Young Money and Cash Money, and he sheds some light on his preference of women. In Tyga’s words, the track introduces them together as a duo for the first time. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  K-K-K-K-K-Mac
  [Verse 1: Chris Brown]
  These niggas mad (Mad), they muggin' me (Me)
  I like my pussy bald (Bald), M-M-M-Mr. Clean
  She started waxin', my dick relaxin'
  I make her bed rock, call me the mattress king
  She-She-She got a sick body (Body), I'm like her vaccine
  Come to think about it ('Bout it), Vitamin D
  Her ass up out them jeans, but keep your heels on (On)
  The bedroom, yeah, that's the kill zone
  It's Young Money, baby, and it's CBE
  Let my name spell it out, CMB
  Haters don't bother me, blogs swallow these
  Oops, now watch that be on TMZ
  Breezy, bitch, you know it's me
  Your girl wetter than Poland Springs
  So I go deeper underwater, submarine
  Now let me dive in (In), head first
  Yeah, I'm a nice guy, but I'm a grown motherfucker
  [Chorus: Tyga, 
  Chris Brown
  , 
  Both
  ]
  Uh, all of these bitches in the party
  These niggas fuck with me, but I don't fuck with nobody
  I pull up in the back, bitches waitin' in the lobby
  Come here, let me show you, do it like I'm 'posed to, nigga
  Uh, 
  I'm what they want, I'm what they want
  Uh, 
  I'm what they want, I'm what they want
  Uh, 
  I'm what they want, I'm what they want
  Uh, come here let me show you, do it how I'm supposed to, nigga [Verse 2: Tyga]
  Ah!
  Hot damn, ho, yeah, I'm goin' in
  Pussy poppers want me to eat it, then, sister, get a trim
  Show me tits, grown men, I don't fool around with kids
  Rob Kelly, tell her, tell her piss me up a hunnid bid
  C-C-Cash Money in this bitch, it's Young Money in your bizz
  Fuck around with that label, yellow labels on your ribs
  That's the shit them niggas get, homie, bitches bend they ribs
  One time for the shottas, black hogs on them choppers, bitch
  Shit sound sick, water flow drowned, bitch
  Oh, you smoke that seed a lot? My niggas on poundses
  We don't hit the club a lot, we be in them lounges
  With them girls, 5'10", front cover Vogue shit, bitch
  [Chorus: Tyga, 
  Chris Brown
  , 
  Both
  ]
  Uh, all of these bitches in the party (
  Yeah
  )
  These niggas fuck with me, but I don't fuck with nobody (
  No, no
  )
  I pull up in the back, bitches waitin' in the lobby (
  Woah, oh
  )
  Come here, let me show you, do it like I'm 'posed to, nigga (Yeah)
  Uh, 
  I'm what they want, I'm what they want
   (
  I'm what they want, want
  )
  Uh, 
  I'm what they want
   (
  Yeah
  ), 
  I'm what they want
  Uh, 
  I'm what they want
   (
  What they want
  ), 
  I'm what they want
   (
  What they want
  )
  Uh, come here let me show you, do it how I'm supposed to, nigga
  Uh, all of these bitches in the party
  These niggas fuck with me, but I don't fuck with nobody
  I pull up in the back, bitches waitin' in the lobby
  Come here, let me show you, do it like I'm 'posed to, nigga
  Uh, all of these bitches in the party
  These niggas fuck with me, but I don't fuck with nobody
  I pull up in the back, bitches waitin' in the lobby (
  Shawty
  )
  Come here, let me show you, do it like I'm 'posed to, nigga