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 killer, baby (I don’t like no whips and chains)
She twenty-eight, tellin’ me I’m still a baby (and you can’t tie me down)
I get love from Detroit like Skilla Baby (but you can whip your lovin’ on me, baby)
And the thing about your boy is (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 (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 your boy, she get quiet ’round your boy, hold on (shh)
Don’t know what you heard or what you thought about your boy
But they lied about your boy, goin’ dumb and it’s some’ idiotic about your boy
She wearin’ cheetah print, that’s how bad she wanna be spotted ’round your 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 killer, baby (I don’t like no whips and chains)
She twenty-eight, tellin’ me I’m still a baby (and you can’t tie me down)
I get love from Detroit like Skilla Baby (but you can whip your lovin’ on me, baby)
And the thing about your boy is (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

Young M-I-S-S-I-O-N-A-R-Y
You 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, ayy
All the girls in the barricade, ayy
All the girls that been waitin’ all day, let your tongue hang out
F*ck everything, ayy
If you came with a man (yeah, yeah)
Let go of his hand (let go of this shit)
Everybody in the suite, kickin’ up they feet
Stand up, bitch, dance

I don’t like no whips and chains (I see you)
And you can’t tie me down (and all the guys in the back waitin’ for the next track)
But you can whip your lovin’ on me, baby (cut your boy a slack)
Whip your lovin’ on me (it’s young Jack)

I’m vanilla, baby, I’ll choke you
But I ain’t no killer, baby (I don’t like no whips and chains)
She twenty-eight, tellin’ me I’m still a baby (and you can’t tie me down)
I get love from Detroit like Skilla Baby (but you can whip your lovin’ on me, baby)
And the thing about your boy is (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 (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

Writer: Delbert M. Greer, Jackman Harlow, Nickie Jon Pabon, Nik Frascona, Ozan Yildirim, Reginald Nelton, Sean Momberger
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC