Whip It Lyrics - Tha Carter Iii - Lil Wayne

(Verse 1:) 

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 

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 

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 be 

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 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 

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 

and i whip it like a slave 

like a mother fuckin slave 

yes i whip it like a slave 

yes i whip it like a slave 

i whip it like a slave 

like a mother fuckin slave 

yea i whip it like a slave 

like a mother fuckin slave 

then i beat it i beat it 

i beat it i beat i 

i beat that... block 

i beat that... block 

i beat that... block 

i beat that... block 

i beat that block like it misbehaved 

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 

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(Verse 2:) 

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 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 lately 

Bricks get shipped 

Bricks get cut 

Dr. Carter, Nip & 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 whip it 

i beat that... block 

i beat that... block 

i beat that... block 

i beat that... block 

i beat it up 

i beat it up 

i beat it 

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(Verse 3:) 

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 cant 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 

and numbers don't lie 

And if they stop makin cadillacs 

I swear I'm gon die 

And if the weed man aint got no more Onions I'm a cry 

And if if was a fifth 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 all dressed in are red like it was 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, sasquach 

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 

That 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 lady 

beat it up lady 

wat u 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 

pimpin 

young mula baby