Plies - Whip It

rate me


Whip it, whip it, whip it

Might find me a Cuban in the morning

I be counting money all morning

Told ‘em to put some boot cream on the Chevy

Payed them double just to have it flipping

First some niggas I used to fuck with try to set me up

Damn niggas better come strapped ‘cause I’mma fuck ‘em up

Ran into some niggas, they saying, “Plies, where your shooters at?”

Told them, “Nigga, the fuck you mean, shooter? I’m the shooter, bitch?”

Look, payed the ass, blood niggers outta bawller block

Make me come to your hood, nigger, and buy your whole project

Real niggers done walk up in this bitch, turn the light off

Got out all the studs in this bitch, get your dike on


Got one question for you, little, nigger, who the fuck is you?

Ride out, alligator, riding money in my shoe

You broke bitch, I know you broke, bitch, you a broke bitch!

Look at you and look at me, bitch, I'm your home, bitch!

Whip it, whip it, whip it

My home gon'give me a whole check and said, go flip it!

I'm here with my flip-flops on, got me part a ticket

Got a whole pigeon on the stowe, whip it, whip it, whip it


I just bought an M.C., nigger, that's a money caller

With the how, I'da kept it moving, told me she ain't swallow

What the fuck you mean I'm powered up, like I'm Pike-Man?!

Anytime my brambles ride, I knew them birds at

I was fuck grown hoes, the nigger was playing hang-man

I was sitting up in the trap and my partners was bringing dough in

My teacher ask me did I have an alterner plan?

Whip it, whip it, whip it, that's the game plan


Thanks to bria for correcting these lyrics

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