Whip Appeal

[Verse 1] I'm out in front of Supreme, like I own it Buttercream Benz, Goldfinger wheels Driver can't steer, but look like Pam Grier She like, "Where's there parking around here?" That spot's reserved, so are those right there Reserved for who? For pretty girls in sports cars [Pre-Chorus] Pretty girl driving my sports car 'Cause my license been suspended Pretty girl driving my sports car Got my feet up on the wood grain, roof missing [Chorus] You've got that whip appeal Whipping my stick, shift, gear You'd be under the jail, girl Only if whipping could kill You've got that [Verse 2] Up and down Mulholland, on the weekends we chill You're driving with no shoes, cruise control Love the way you take the wheel Got your photo on my air freshener In a scents just like the [Pre-Chorus] Pretty girl driving my sports car 'Cause my license been suspended Pretty girl driving my sports car Got my feet up on the wood grain, roof missing [Chorus] You've got that whip appeal Whipping my stick, shift, gear You'd be under the jail, girl Only if whipping could kill [Verse 3] I just finished practice She's on her way to get me, she's in traffic She said give her 20 minutes (I'm finna hop in the shower) Girl, I hope 20 don't mean an hour And as the cold water runs over my chest I've been thinking 'bout your skirt on my headrest [Pre-Chorus] Pretty girl driving my sports car Pretty, roof missing [Chorus] You've got that whip appeal (It's M.I.A.) Whipping my stick, shift, gear (I think they call that a Spyder) You'd be under the jail, girl (Oh girl, when we ride) Only if whipping could kill (We listenin' to B-side) You've got that (Yeah) You've got that whip appeal (You got) Whipping my stick, shift, gear (You got me whippin') You'd be under the jail, girl (You got) Only if whipping could kill You've got that You've got that You got it [Verse 4] I let you drive my Benz Flossing on your friends 'round town I let you fill my seats wit' shopping bags I let you go do your thing, riding with your friends 'round town Riding with your girlfriends And I'll always keep it clean So why don't you park in the front, just to stunt? That'll make all them bitches mad Why don't you lift up the roof, just to stunt? It'll make all them bitches mad All them girls wanna be you [Chorus] You've got that whip appeal Whipping my stick, shift, gear You'd be under the jail, girl Only if whipping could kill You've got that