Whip II (Pizza Man Get Extra Tip from Lonely Cougar)
See, when I had no money, I still had sauce (mhm)
See, if you don't got no sauce, then... you're lost (mhm)
You could also get lost in the sauce
Watch me flick my wrist, I flick my wrist (okay)
Now watch a nigga fuckin' whip
I flick my wrist (uh-huh), I flick my wrist
Now watch a nigga fuckin' whip (okay)
I flick my wrist, I flick my wrist
Whip, whip, whip (now watch me-)
Flick my wrist, I flick my wrist
Whip, whip, whip (now whip it)
Flick my wrist, see me up on my next tip
Banded up and the mouth full of gold shells (gling)
Straight stunting, money on my mind
Gotta play the fuckin' game 'cause blinded by the dollar signs
Still ballin', Steph Curry with the stroke
Saving your answer 'til the day a nigga croak
If a nigga talk shit, then I hang him by the rope
Niggas be wishin', but they don't even fuckin' know, hah
Hold up, bitch, lemme see you do yo' thang (do yo' thang)
We ridin' with bustas and all of my niggas be servin' the gang (be servin' the gang)
You fuckin' with lames (fuckin' with lames), all of you niggas are jokes (are jokes)
Flickin' my wrist while she ridin' on my jaw
When I'm countin' my bands, and I'm whipping this slut
Watch me flick my wrist, I flick my wrist (okay)
Now watch a nigga fuckin' whip
I flick my wrist (uh-huh), I flick my wrist
Now watch a nigga fuckin' whip (okay)
I flick my wrist, I flick my wrist
Whip, whip, whip (now watch me-)
Flick my wrist, I flick my wrist
Whip, whip, whip (now whip it)
Pull up on your block with the Glock, call the medic box
See me with the shot, Paul Blart, let these niggas drop
Niggas see me with it, I'ma 'bouta get these bitches
Bitch, I'm worth about a hunnid fifty milli', I'ma get it
I whip, slide on me, nigga, I whip
Fuckin' with me, nigga, don't slip
I'ma 'bout to show up, show out
Fuck up on yo' nigga, fuck a bitch, I blow a pint
I'm ridin' dirty like 50, hit the sticky now I'm feelin' wylin' heavy
Wylin' while I'm out here flippin', whippin' business
I work, guess your ways up on my shirt
Now I'm out here juggin', boy, skrrt
Lying with yo' bitch, I ain't wastin' time on yo' bitch
I'ma hit that bitch line then I dip, nigga
See, if you don't got no sauce, then... you're lost (mhm)
You could also get lost in the sauce
Watch me flick my wrist, I flick my wrist (okay)
Now watch a nigga fuckin' whip
I flick my wrist (uh-huh), I flick my wrist
Now watch a nigga fuckin' whip (okay)
I flick my wrist, I flick my wrist
Whip, whip, whip (now watch me-)
Flick my wrist, I flick my wrist
Whip, whip, whip (now whip it)
Flick my wrist, see me up on my next tip
Banded up and the mouth full of gold shells (gling)
Straight stunting, money on my mind
Gotta play the fuckin' game 'cause blinded by the dollar signs
Still ballin', Steph Curry with the stroke
Saving your answer 'til the day a nigga croak
If a nigga talk shit, then I hang him by the rope
Niggas be wishin', but they don't even fuckin' know, hah
Hold up, bitch, lemme see you do yo' thang (do yo' thang)
We ridin' with bustas and all of my niggas be servin' the gang (be servin' the gang)
You fuckin' with lames (fuckin' with lames), all of you niggas are jokes (are jokes)
Flickin' my wrist while she ridin' on my jaw
When I'm countin' my bands, and I'm whipping this slut
Watch me flick my wrist, I flick my wrist (okay)
Now watch a nigga fuckin' whip
I flick my wrist (uh-huh), I flick my wrist
Now watch a nigga fuckin' whip (okay)
I flick my wrist, I flick my wrist
Whip, whip, whip (now watch me-)
Flick my wrist, I flick my wrist
Whip, whip, whip (now whip it)
Pull up on your block with the Glock, call the medic box
See me with the shot, Paul Blart, let these niggas drop
Niggas see me with it, I'ma 'bouta get these bitches
Bitch, I'm worth about a hunnid fifty milli', I'ma get it
I whip, slide on me, nigga, I whip
Fuckin' with me, nigga, don't slip
I'ma 'bout to show up, show out
Fuck up on yo' nigga, fuck a bitch, I blow a pint
I'm ridin' dirty like 50, hit the sticky now I'm feelin' wylin' heavy
Wylin' while I'm out here flippin', whippin' business
I work, guess your ways up on my shirt
Now I'm out here juggin', boy, skrrt
Lying with yo' bitch, I ain't wastin' time on yo' bitch
I'ma hit that bitch line then I dip, nigga
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