"Whip It" lyrics
OK, you ain't new shit
It's Weezy F Baby like a newborn bitch
You ain't know shit
I put your girl to work now here's a uniform bitch
Pimping over here
And I ain't Santa Claus
But I can make it reindeer
Money out the ass
Yeah money out the rear
Weezy at the plate
I could bunt it out of here
Safe as a motherfucker
Ain't no safety button on this motherfucker
Where's the safe motherfucker
That's the case
Stop the judge of
Weezy F the F for "fury"
Hang 12 witnesses
That's what I call a "hung jury"
Brung Jerry Bling Bling
I made that and I don't even say that
As much as judges say that
That's way back
Boy you should catch up
It must of been mine, theirs
Long hair pretty eyes light skin fine legs
Fat ass, skinny stomach, pretty feet, pretty woman
Walking down the street 'cause I put her out my Jeep
I don't save 'em
I slave 'em
They want Weezy F
I bad-grade 'em, I don't degrade 'em
I serenade 'em
100 on the jaw
100 on the arm
Rings so thick I can't even make a fist
Nigga fuck how you do it 'cause I do it like this
Yeah, and I just do my Wayne
And every time I do it I do my thing
Yeah, and I just do my Wayne
And every time I do it I do my thing
I do it do it
How I do it do it
I do it do it, do it, do it
I do it do it, do it, do it
I do it how I do it and I do it everyday
I do it how I do it and I do it everyday
I do it how I do it when I do it everyday
I whip it like a slave like a motherfucking slave
Yes I whip it like a slave, yes I whip it like a slave
I whip it like a slave like a motherfucking slave
Yep I whip it like a slave like a motherfucking slave
Then I beat it, I beat it, I beat it, I beat it
I beat that block
I beat that block
I beat that block
I beat that block
I beat that block like it misbehaved
Then I whip it, I whip it, I whip it like a slave
I whip it
Kunta Kinte on my shit nigga
Like I ate a plate of roots for dinner
But I ate a plate of loot for dinner
I'm in the garden selling fruit to sinners
Like apples to Shaq
Hey big spender
And do remember
Just like Brenda
Two grand still get you four and a baby
I'm a kill 'em when I drop like I'm holding a baby
Weezy F, the F is for "don't forget the baby"
And bitch I've been hot but you don't know me from Satan
And if you're manning up you better show me you're Peyton
But you pussies ain't balling no Sanaa Lathan
Bricks get shipped
Bricks get cut
Dr. Carter
Nip and Tuck
Yeah but you could call me Wayne
Now watch me and my chain gang
Then I whip it, I whip it, I whip it
I whip it, I beat that block
Then I whip it, I whip it, I whip it
I whip it, I beat that block
Then I whip it, I whip it, I whip it
I whip it, I beat that block
Then I whip it, I whip it, I whip it
I whip it, I beat that block
Yes it's me bitches
Deuce Bigalow on these he-bitches
Flu flow
Flier than bird coupe like a two door
What do you know
I know the streets bitch
And this is my toilet
And you can eat shit
Got them girls in my bathroom with their asses out
'Cause I'm fly, like fliers they're passing out
We're mashing out
We're Young Mula
I got that 12 gauge
Don't make me 1, 2 you
345 train bitch soo woo
If you ain't on my train bitch choo choo
Like you got my dick in your mizouth
And I'm 'a do me bitch with you or without
Shit I'm always right sometimes
And from the top everybody look 1'9
And I'm too much
The numbers don't lie
And if they stop making Cadillacs
I swear I'm gon' die
And if the weed man ain't got no more onions I'm 'a cry
And if it was a fifth, then I'd rather drink wine
Shit... I'm 'a take my time
Now am I crazy or just lazy
'Cause I'm tired of balling darling
And I roll with my riders like it's a Harley bar
And we roll with them choppers like it's a Harley party
P.S dressed in all red like it was a scarlet party
I was balling in New Orleans way before the charolette hornets
I'm an X-Man bitch and I ain't talking Marvel comics
I'm a
Put the dirty dishes in the sink
No pork but I get paid like a piggy bank
I spit like backwash, Sasquatch
No back talk, I act lost
But I bet that money find me
Your jewelry telling jokes man
You got them funny diamonds
I got them sunny diamonds
I got them money problems
Like Christopher Wallace
Fuck bitches
Get money
Young money
It's Weezy F Baby like a newborn bitch
You ain't know shit
I put your girl to work now here's a uniform bitch
Pimping over here
And I ain't Santa Claus
But I can make it reindeer
Money out the ass
Yeah money out the rear
Weezy at the plate
I could bunt it out of here
Safe as a motherfucker
Ain't no safety button on this motherfucker
Where's the safe motherfucker
That's the case
Stop the judge of
Weezy F the F for "fury"
Hang 12 witnesses
That's what I call a "hung jury"
Brung Jerry Bling Bling
I made that and I don't even say that
As much as judges say that
That's way back
Boy you should catch up
It must of been mine, theirs
Long hair pretty eyes light skin fine legs
Fat ass, skinny stomach, pretty feet, pretty woman
Walking down the street 'cause I put her out my Jeep
I don't save 'em
I slave 'em
They want Weezy F
I bad-grade 'em, I don't degrade 'em
I serenade 'em
100 on the jaw
100 on the arm
Rings so thick I can't even make a fist
Nigga fuck how you do it 'cause I do it like this
Yeah, and I just do my Wayne
And every time I do it I do my thing
Yeah, and I just do my Wayne
And every time I do it I do my thing
I do it do it
How I do it do it
I do it do it, do it, do it
I do it do it, do it, do it
I do it how I do it and I do it everyday
I do it how I do it and I do it everyday
I do it how I do it when I do it everyday
I whip it like a slave like a motherfucking slave
Yes I whip it like a slave, yes I whip it like a slave
I whip it like a slave like a motherfucking slave
Yep I whip it like a slave like a motherfucking slave
Then I beat it, I beat it, I beat it, I beat it
I beat that block
I beat that block
I beat that block
I beat that block
I beat that block like it misbehaved
Then I whip it, I whip it, I whip it like a slave
I whip it
Kunta Kinte on my shit nigga
Like I ate a plate of roots for dinner
But I ate a plate of loot for dinner
I'm in the garden selling fruit to sinners
Like apples to Shaq
Hey big spender
And do remember
Just like Brenda
Two grand still get you four and a baby
I'm a kill 'em when I drop like I'm holding a baby
Weezy F, the F is for "don't forget the baby"
And bitch I've been hot but you don't know me from Satan
And if you're manning up you better show me you're Peyton
But you pussies ain't balling no Sanaa Lathan
Bricks get shipped
Bricks get cut
Dr. Carter
Nip and Tuck
Yeah but you could call me Wayne
Now watch me and my chain gang
Then I whip it, I whip it, I whip it
I whip it, I beat that block
Then I whip it, I whip it, I whip it
I whip it, I beat that block
Then I whip it, I whip it, I whip it
I whip it, I beat that block
Then I whip it, I whip it, I whip it
I whip it, I beat that block
Yes it's me bitches
Deuce Bigalow on these he-bitches
Flu flow
Flier than bird coupe like a two door
What do you know
I know the streets bitch
And this is my toilet
And you can eat shit
Got them girls in my bathroom with their asses out
'Cause I'm fly, like fliers they're passing out
We're mashing out
We're Young Mula
I got that 12 gauge
Don't make me 1, 2 you
345 train bitch soo woo
If you ain't on my train bitch choo choo
Like you got my dick in your mizouth
And I'm 'a do me bitch with you or without
Shit I'm always right sometimes
And from the top everybody look 1'9
And I'm too much
The numbers don't lie
And if they stop making Cadillacs
I swear I'm gon' die
And if the weed man ain't got no more onions I'm 'a cry
And if it was a fifth, then I'd rather drink wine
Shit... I'm 'a take my time
Now am I crazy or just lazy
'Cause I'm tired of balling darling
And I roll with my riders like it's a Harley bar
And we roll with them choppers like it's a Harley party
P.S dressed in all red like it was a scarlet party
I was balling in New Orleans way before the charolette hornets
I'm an X-Man bitch and I ain't talking Marvel comics
I'm a
Put the dirty dishes in the sink
No pork but I get paid like a piggy bank
I spit like backwash, Sasquatch
No back talk, I act lost
But I bet that money find me
Your jewelry telling jokes man
You got them funny diamonds
I got them sunny diamonds
I got them money problems
Like Christopher Wallace
Fuck bitches
Get money
Young money
Writer(s): Darius Harrison, Carter Dewayne
