Whip It Around Calliko

Calliko - Whip It Around Lyrics

(Ft Wiz Khalifa)

I’m countin paper, rollin papers watchin time fly
California grapes, I’m breakin fine wines
Me i’m sky high, my bitch down to earth
Money in the bank, weed roller in her purse
And I ain’t slackin on the job, my dog I been alert
Been gettin cake, bank…
Big numbers on the net so niggas show love
And the diamonds on my neck should make these hoes trust.
On the road, at the venue filled with model hoes
College shows, smokin grade A honor roll
Bad broad, light skin, hood niggas, white friends
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And I ain’t gotta talk much, it’s in your face
Give me brain, cause she say she got expensive taste!
Let her rub my tattoos, now she flyin
Smokin zig zags too, nigga rap like crack so I

Chorus:
Whip it around, whip it around, come back hard!
Whip it around, whip it around, come back hard!
Whip it around, whip it around, come back hard!
Whip it around, whip it around, come back hard!