I don't like no whips and chains and you can't tie me down

But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby

Whip your lovin' on me, baby

I'm vanilla, baby

I'll choke you, but I ain't no killa, baby

She twenty-eight, tellin' me I'm still a baby

I get love in Detroit like Skilla Baby

And the thing about ya boy is

I don't like no whips and chains and you can't tie me down

But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby (That's right, that's right)

Whip your lovin' on me, baby

Young J-A-C-K, AKA Rico, like Suave, Young Enrique

Speakin' of AKA, she's a alpha

But not around ya boy

She get quiet 'round ya boy, hold on

Don't know what you heard or what you thought about ya boy

But they lied about ya boy

Goin' dumb, man, it's some' idiotic 'bout ya boy

She wearin' cheetah print

That's how bad she wanna be spotted 'round ya boy

I don't like no whips and chains and you can't tie me down

But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby

Whip your lovin' on me

I'm vanilla, baby

I'll choke you, but I ain't no killa, baby

She twenty-eight, tellin' me I'm still a baby

I get love in Detroit like Skilla Baby

And the thing about ya boy is

I don't like no whips and chains and you can't tie me down

But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby

Whip your lovin' on me, baby

Young M-I-S-S-I-O-N-A-R-Y

He's sharp like barbed wire

She stole my heart, then she got archived

I keep it short with a bitch, Lord Farquaad

All the girls in the front row (Aye)

All the girls at the barricade (Aye)

All the girls that been waitin' all day

Let your tongue hang out

Fuck everything (Aye)

If you came with a man

Let go of his hand (Let go of that shit)

Everybody in a suite, kickin' up they feet

Stand up, bitch, dance

(I don't like no whips and chains and you can't tie me down) And all the guys in the back waitin' on the next track

(But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby) Cut ya boy a little slack

(Whip your lovin' on me) It's young Jack

I'm vanilla, baby

I'll choke you, but I ain't no killa, baby

She twenty-eight, tellin' me I'm still a baby

I get love in Detroit like Skilla Baby

And the thing about ya boy is

I don't like no whips and chains and you can't tie me down

But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby (That's right, that's right)

Whip your lovin' on me, baby

I don't like no whips and chains and you can't tie me down

But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby

Whip your lovin' on me, baby