Whip It lyrics - Lil’ Wayne

Whip It lyrics - Lil’ Wayne

Verse 1
Ok, you aint know shit
Its weezy f baby like da newborn bitch
You aint know shit
I put your girl to work now heres a uniform bitch
Pimpin over here
And I aint santa clause but
I make it rain dear
Money out the ass
Yeah money out the rear.
Weezy at the plate
I could bunt it out of here
Safe as a mother f**ker
Aint no safety button on this mother f**ker
Where the safe mother f**ker?
That’s the case
i can judge it
Weezy F. the ample fury
Hang 12 witnesses
That’s what I call a hung jury
Brung Jerry Bling Bling
I made that but 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 mayonaise
Long hair pretty eyes light skin fine legs,
Phat 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 Charm
100 on the arm
Rings so thick I cant even make a fist
Nigga f**k 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 thang,
(X2)

Verse 2
Qunta quinte on my shit nigga
Like I ate a plate of roots for dinner
But I ate a plate of loot for dinner
Im in the garden sellin fruit to sinners
Like apples to Shaq
Hey big spender
And do remember
Just like Brenda
2 grand still get ya four and a baby
Imma kill em when I drop like im holdin a baby
Weezy f, the F is for don’t Forget the Baby
And bitch ive been hot but you don’t know me from satan
And if your manning up you better show me your peyton
But you pussies aint ballin no Sanaa Lathan
Bricks get shipped
Bricks get cut
Dr. Carter, Nip & Tuck
Yeah but you could call me wayne
But now watch me and my chain Gang!

Verse 3
Yes its me bitches
Duece Bigalow on these he bitches
Flu flow
Flyer then bird coupe like a two door
What do you know
I know the streets bitch
And this is my toilet
And you cant eat shit
Got them girls in my bathroom with their asses out
Cause im fly, like flyers they passin out
We mashin out,
We young Mula
I got that 12 Guage
Don’t make me 1 2 ya
3 4 5 train bitch suwoop
If you aint on my train bitch choo choo
Like you got my dick in your mizouth
And imma do me bitch with you or without
Shit im 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 makin cadillacs
I swear im gon die
And if the weed man don’t have no more Onions imma cry
And if yif was a fifth then id rather drink wine
Shit… imma take my time
Now am I crazy or just lazy
Cause im tired of all this ballin
And I roll with my riders like its harley party
And we roll with them choppers like it’s a harley party
we all dressed in all red like it was a scarlet party
I was ballin in New Orleans way before the Charlotte Hornets
Im an x man bitch I aint talkin marvel comics
Put the dirty dishes in the sank
No pork but I get paid like a piggy bank
I spit like backwash, sasquash
No back talk, I act lost
But I bet that money find me
Your jewelry telling jokes
You got them funny diamonds
I got them sunny diamonds
I got them money problems
That Christopher Wallace
F**k bitches get money
Young money!