Lil Wayne – Whip It Lyrics

Whip It

Lil Wayne

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"Whip It." - Lil Wayne

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 11:54 pm

Album: Tha Carter III (Deluxe Revised)

Track No: 18

Okay, you ain't new shit
It's Weezy F Baby, like the newborn, bitch
You ain't known shit
I put your girl to work, now here's a uniform, bitch
Pimpin' over here
And I ain't Santa Claus, but I make it reindeer
Money out the ass, yeah, money out the rear
Weezy at the plate, I could blunt it outta here
Safe as a muhfucka
Ain't no safety button on this muhfucka
Where's the safe, muhfucka?
That's the case, stop the judge of Weezy F, the F for "Fury"
Hang twelve witnesses, that's what I call a hung jury
Brung Jerry Bling "Bling"
I made that, and I don't even say that
As much as judges say that, that's way back
Boy, you should catch up
It's must've been mine, they's
Long hair, pretty eyes, light skin, fine legs
Fat ass, skinny stomach, pretty feet, pretty woman
Walkin' 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
Hunnid on the jaw, hunnid on the arm
Rings so thick, I can't even make a fist
****, fuck how you do it, 'cause I do it like this
Yeah, and I just do my Wayne
And e'ry time I do it, I do my thang
Yeah, and I just do my Wayne
And e'ry 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 every day
I do it how I do it, and I do it every day
Say, I do it how I do it when I do it every day
I whip it like a slave, like a motherfuckin' slave
Yes, I whip it like a slave, yes, I whip it like a slave
I whip it like a slave, like a motherfuckin' slave
Yes, I whip it like a slave, like a motherfuckin' slave
Then I beat it, I beat it, I beat it, I beat it
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, I beat it up, beat it, I beat it up
Beat it, I beat it up, beat it, beat it up, yeah
Kunta Kinte on my shit, ****
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
Two grand still get you four and a baby
I'ma 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 you're Manning up, you better show me your Peyton
But you pussies ain't ballin' no Sanaa Lathan
Bricks get shipped, bricks get cut
Dr. Carter, nip and 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)
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 up, I beat it, yeah
Yes, it's me, bitches
Deuce Bigalow on these he-bitches
Flu flow, flyer than bird, coupe like a two-door
What do you know?
I know these streets, bitch
And this is my toilet
And you can eat shit
Got them girls in my bathroom with they asses out
'Cause I'm fly, like flyers, they passin' out
Wa mashin' out, we Young Mula
I got the 12-gauge, don't make me one, two ya
.345 train, bitch, sue, woo
If you ain't on my train, bitch, choo-choo
Like you got my dick in your mizzouth
And I'ma do me, bitch, with you or without
Shit, I'm always right sometimes
And from the top, everybody look 1'-9"
And I'm too much, the numbers don't lie
And if they stop makin' Cadillacs, I swear I'm gon' die
And if the weed man ain't got no more onions, I'ma cry
And if if was a fifth, 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', darling
And I roll with my riders like it's a Harley parley
And we roll with them choppas 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
I'm a X-Man, bitch, and I ain't talkin' Marvel comics
I'ma, hah, put the dirty dishes in the sink
No pork, but I get paid like a piggy bank
I spit like backwash, Sasquatch
No back talk, I act lost, but I bet that money find me
Your jewelry tellin' jokes, man, you got them funny diamonds
I got them sunny diamonds, I got them money problems
Like 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, beat it, beat it up, beat it
What you 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, whip it
Young Mula, baby

Writer(s): D. Carter & Darius "Deezle" Harrison.

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