Whip Appeal Frank Ocean

[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