Baggin

(album: No Ceilings 3: B Side - 2020)

Yeah
Geronimo
Uh

Jumped out the Porsche, jumped straight in the game
Head in the clouds, I play in the rain
I play in her pussy, I play in her mouth
I skeet, skeet, skeet, she lay in the stain
Beep, beep, beep, nigga stay in your lane
I get geeked, geeked, geeked, then I say I'ma change
Pop two, pop three, it goes straight to the pain
White, blue, yellow, pink pill, Crayola gang
She taking my charge, she taking your chain
You fake as your chain, it's bread over fame
I lay on my plane, filet and Lo Mein
I'm wrecking my brain like wrecked the Mulsanne
I get the McLaren and run a few errands
Got a mouth full of karats and I don't eat carrots
Got more Elliantte than Elliantte
Let me find out you've been shopping at Jared
I pop at your parents and tell 'em it's personal
I like my purple drink purpler
Whipping the work and my wrist looking virtual
Bust down sick as tuberculosis

Whipping the work with my left, make sure the money is right, yeah
My circle I'm keeping it tight, 360, 365, yeah
Whipping the skrrt with my left, yeah, make sure the money is right, yeah
My circle I'm keeping it tight, like a virgin, she keep it inside
Whipping the work with my left, yeah, draco on my right, yeah
Say she wanna see me tonight
I put that bitch on a flight

I'm in the kitchen cheffing with my left, ooh
Whipping it up with my right, right
Left-right like Mike, fight
Whip the white until it bite, yie
Huh, whipping that white girl, whipping that white girl
White girl getting her ass whipped
Ripping them numbers, ripping them numbers, right up out the math book
Money talking, mine kind of like a chat room, uh
Told my young blood to be bool and be bareful
Running the white, fuck with the white
Whipping it right, it's coming to life
I brung it to life, I gave it the light like a candle, ooh (Phew)
I'm whipping it damn good, ooh (Phew)
I'm whipping it damn good, ooh (Phew)
I'm whipping it damn good, yeah
Whipping the Benz with my left, yeah
Got your lil' boo on my right, yeah
Buss down on my left, yeah, that's your boo on my right, yeah
Popping a Perc with my left, yeah
Sipping the syrup with my right, yeah
One of the last real nigga left, yeah
Fuck we got left behind, yeah
Tell me I got the best, yeah
I'ma go up on the price, yeah
By the time the nigga got on a vest, yeah
I'ma shoot him a hundred times (Boom)

Whipping the work with my left (Yeah, yeah, yee, yee)
Make sure the money is right (Yeah, yee, yeah, ayy, ayy)

No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne