Whip It - Lil Wayne

Ok, you ain't on shit

It's Weezy F Baby, like the newborn, bitch

You ain't on shit

I put your girl to work, now here's a uniform, bitch

Pimpin' over here

And I ain't Santa Claus, but I 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 muhfucka

Ain't no safety button on this muhfucka

Where's the safe, muhfucka?

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, 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

Hundred on the jaw, hundred 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

Yeah, and I just do my Wayne

And every time I do it, I do my thang

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

Say, I do it how I do it when I do it everyday

I whip it like a slave, like a motherfuckin' slave

Yes, I whip it like a slave, yes, I whip it like a slave

I whip it like a slave, like a motherfuckin' slave

Yep, I whip it like a slave, like a motherfuckin' 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 mis-behaved

Then I whip it, I whip it, I whip it like a slave, I whip it

(Whip it) I whip it, (Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it)

Beat it, now beat it up, beat it, I beat it up

Beat it, I beat it up, beat it, beat it up, yeah

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 apple's to Shaq, hey, big spender

And do remember, just like Brenda

Two grand still get you four and a baby

I'ma 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 ballin' 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

Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it

Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it

Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it

Whip it, whip it

I beat that block, I beat that block

I beat that block, I beat that block

Yes, it's me, bitches

Deuce Bigalow on these He-bitches

(*cough cough*) Flu flow

Flyer than a 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 they asses out

'Cause I'm fly, like flyers, they passin' out

We mashin' out, We Young Mula

I got that 12-gauge

Don't make me 1, 2 ya

.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'ma do me, bitch, with you or without

Shit, I'm 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 making Cadillacs

I swear I'm gon' die

And if the weed man ain't got no more onions, I'ma cry

And if if was a fifth, then I'd rather drink wine

Shit... I'ma 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 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 ballin' in New Orleans way before the Charlotte Hornets

I'm an X-Man, bitch, and I ain't talkin' 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

Do it, do it, do it, do it

Do it, do it, do it, watch me

Beat it up, beat it

Beat it up, beat it

What you mean? No homo

I beat that block, I beat that block

I beat that block, I beat that, and then I

Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it

Young Mula, baby