Whip It

Ok, you ain't know shit

It's weezy f baby

like da newborn bitch

You aint know shit

I put your girl to work now

Here's 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 fucker

Aint no safety button

on this mother fucker

Where the safe

mother fucker?

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 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 Charm

100 on the arm

Rings so thick

I cant 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

(2x)

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

Ain't ballin no sir

Not lengthen

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 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 cho cho

Like you got my dick

In your mizouth

And imma 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

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 are my dreads

Actin lazy

Cause i'm 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

p.s.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