Whip It - Lil Wayne

Ok, you ain't know sh*t

It's weezy f baby like a newborn b**ch

You ain't know sh*t

I put your girl to work now heres a uniform b**ch

Pimpin over here

And I ain't santa clause but

Yeah I make it rain dear

Money out the a**

Yeah money out the rear

Weezy at the plate

I could bunt it out of here

Safe as a mother f**ker

Ain't no safety button on this mother f**ker

Where the safe mother f**ker?

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 a**, 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

Ni**a 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

Yeah, and I just do my wayne

And every time I do it I do my thang

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

Iwhip it like a slave likea muthaf**kin slave

I beat that block

Qunta quinte on my sh*t ni**a

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 b**ch 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!

Yes it's me b**ches

Duece Bigalow on these he b**ches

Flu flow

Flyer then bird coupe like a two door

What do you know

I know the streets b**ch

And this is my toilet

And you can eat sh*t

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 b**ch suwoop

If you ain't on my train b**ch cho cho

Like you got my dick in your mizouth

And I'm a do me b**ch with you or without

Sh*t 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 w**d man don't have no more Onions I'm a cry

And if yif was a piff then id rather drink wine

Sh*t 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 b**ch 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

F**k b**ches get money

Young money!