Whip It - Solo Lucci

I used to stand in the kitchen

And whip it and whip it and chop it and flip it

I used to hit up my 'migo

He’d drop out them bricks and I drift through the city

I might be young but I’m getting it my nigga

The riches, my bitches sadity

You know I see it, I want it, I buy it

I own it cause, bitch, I’mma spend it

Spent 200 on a coupe, that’s quarter ticket on a foreign car

Got a hundred thousand dollars worth of shoe

Spent five hundred, hundreds on an Audemar

In the club, twenty bands on you

Cause we don’t buy bottles bitch, we buy the bar

And all my niggas gon' shoot

So I don’t need a motherfucking bodyguard

Young nigga driving through the city

Got a new whip painted two tone

Came up straight out the trap with a bentley

Llike hard bread, call it crouton

Young nigga you sleep on the floor

Now the King Size came from a futon

Nigga I don’t do the paper like coupon

Got big bankrolls and you ain’t doing nothing

Big bankrolls got me coming to the hundreds

Usain Bolt, I’m running to the hundreds

Running to the hundreds, running to the hundreds

I been told «nigga get your bread right»

Say they fuck with me, I’m like «yeah right»

Walk on upon it, these niggas don’t want it

When I get to bussin', now all I see tail lights

I used to stand in the kitchen

And I was in the trench like every night

I used to whip it and whip it, doing everything to get my bread right

I was just cooking and dipping it, serve today, get it head right

Addicted to money, I did want the hunnits and hunnits and hunnits and hunnits

I fuck with them killers, don’t fuck with no pussy

I’m ballin' like starters, you ballin' like rookies

You niggas can’t fuck with me, you niggas know it

I spit this shit, it just sound like a poem

You spit your shit, it just sounds like you wrote it

I read it, they quote it, then put it on Twitter

Bitch I got more whips than a slave owner, nigga

Pull up on them SKKRT, SKKRT, SKKRT, SKKRT