Whip It

Okay, 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, here’s a uniform bitch

Pimpin’ over here and

I ain’t Santa

ClauseBut 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 motherfucker

Ain’t no safety button on this motherfucker

Where the safe motherfucker?

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 [unverified] 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 FI bad grade ‘em,

I don’t degrade ‘em

I serenade ‘em100 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

WayneAnd every time

I do it I do my thang

Yeah, and

I just do my

WayneAnd every time

I do it I do my thang

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 sellin’ fruit to sinners

Like apples to

Shaq, hey big spender

And do remember just like

Brenda2 grand still get ya four and a baby

I’ma kill ‘em when

I drop like

I’m holdin’ a baby

Weezy FThe

F is for don’t forget the baby

And bitch,

I’ve been hot

But you don’t know me from

SatanAnd if you’re

Manning up

You better show me you’re

PeytonBut 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

WayneBut now watch me and my chain, gang

Yes, it’s me bitches

Deuce Bigalow on these he bitches

Flu flowFlyer 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

MulaI got that 12 gauge don’t make me 1 2 ya3 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’ma 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’

Cadillac’s

I swear I’m gon’ die

And if the weed man

Don’t have no more onions

I’ma cryAnd if yif was a piff 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

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

Charlotte

HornetsI’m an

X man, bitch,

I ain’t talkin’

McCormickPut 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

WallaceFuck bitches, get money

Young money