Whip It

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 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 muthafuckin slave I beat that block 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! 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!