Whip it, whip it, whip it real good,
Money on my mind like a boss should,
Chloe on the hook, got that sugar rush,
Lunch on the beat, make the whole club blush.
Whip it, wrist flick, ice on frost,
Count it up quick, never count the cost,
We don’t trip, we just drip and glide,
Whip it to the moon, let the stars ride.