Lovin On Me

Song meaning of Lovin On Me by Jack Harlow, and what it is about

Jack Harlow's flirty anthem "Lovin On Me" celebrates his growing success while teasing his youthful charm and disclosing his sexual proclivities. Harlow's humorous braggadocio, deft wordplay, and subliminal allusions to his life and hip-hop culture are abundant in the song's lyrics.

Harlow is open to accepting love and admiration but insists on maintaining his independence and freedom despite his obvious success. He refuses to be constrained by anybody or anything.

The 1995 R&B song "Whatever (Bass Soliloquy)" by Cadillac Dale is sampled in the song.

"Lovin on Me" peaked at number one on the Billboard Hot 100 and in the UK.

Lovin On Me lyrics by Jack Harlow

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 killa, baby

She twenty-eight, tellin' me I'm still a baby

I get love in Detroit like Skilla, baby

And the thing about ya boy is

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 J-A-cock AKA Rico like Suave, Young Enrique

Speakin' of AKA, she's a Alpha

But not around ya boy

She get quiet 'round ya boy, hold on

Don't know what you heard or what you thought about ya boy

But they lied about ya boy

Goin' dumb, man, it's some idiotic 'bout ya boy

She wearin' cheetah print

That's how bad she wanna be spotted 'round ya 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 killa, baby

She twenty-eight, tellin' me I'm still a baby

I get love in Detroit like Skilla, baby

And the thing about ya boy is

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

He's 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

All the girls at the barricade

All the girls that been waitin' all day

Let your tongue hang out

Fuck everything

If you came with a man

Let go of his hand

Everybody in a suite, kickin' up they feet

Stand up, bitch, dance

And all the guys in the back waitin' on the next track

Cut ya boy a little slack

It's young Jack

I'm vanilla, baby

I'll choke you, but I ain't no killa, baby

She twenty-eight, tellin' me I'm still a baby

I get love in Detroit like Skilla, baby

And the thing about ya boy is

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 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