Lil’ Wayne – Whip It Lyrics

[Verse 1:]

Ok, you ain’t know shit

It’s weezy f baby like a newborn bitch

You ain’t know shit

I put your girl to work now heres a uniform bitch

Pimpin over here

And I ain’t santa clause but

Yeah 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 fucker

Ain’t no safety button on this mother fucker

Where the safe mother fucker?

That’s the case

Doc the judge

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 mine, theys

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 chest

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 thang,

[x2]

I do it how I do it an I do it everyday

Iwhip it like a slave likea muthafuckin slave

I beat that block

[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

I’m 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

I’m a kill em when I drop like I’m holdin 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 your manning up you better show me your peyton

But you pussies ain’t ballin no sir

Not lathen?

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 it’s 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 can eat shit

Got them girls in my bathroom with their asses out

Cause I’m 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 ain’t on my train bitch cho cho

Like you got my dick in your mizouth

And I’m a do me bitch with you or without

Shit always right sometimes

And from the top everybody look 1’9

And I’m 2’much

The numbers don’t lie

And if they stop makin cadillacs

I swear I’m gon die

And if the weed man don’t have no more Onions I’m a cry

And if yif was a piff then id rather drink wine

Shit… I’m a take my time

Now am I crazy or just lazy?

Cause I’m tired of ballin darlin

And I roll with my riders like it’s harley party

And we roll with them choppers like it’s a harley party

We are all dressed in red like it’s a scarlet party

I was ballin in New Orleans way before the charolette hornets

I’m an x man bitch I ain’t 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

Fuck bitches get money

Young money!