V.I.P
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Show off ice to my enemies Your girl, she into me Count the backend and blow it on amenities It’s cracking, what’s happening, too many kin to me I gotta backup when yo girl can’t tend to me Pushing the whip it got no key to start Ain’t no attachment she playin her part Man with the iron like I’m tony stark Playin the game like a trip to the park I think I let the game slide too much All of these opps they just hide too much Everybody fed up they can’t ride wit us Only squad if you ready to die for us I just want the money I chase the check, Then I’m gone buss down the watch, Patek I love to flex ‘cause I’m up next You see the ice all on my neck Goyard onna bag And Balenci’s on the feet Bought the gamo with the cash I’m a real hype beast (Yeah) I blow a bag in a minute I see designer I spend it My rims be on froze Rollie spinning They hate the kid ‘cause they see me winning Every time I step in the club we in V.I.P That’s why yo man wanna be like me Got a bag still got broke boy tendencies Shorty in my section she into me Couple thousand cash, spent it all on Amiri jeans Too cold in the game got em fearing me (Yeah) We in V.I.P Every time we in the club we in V.I.P (Yeah) We in V.I.P Every time we step out we in V.I.P (Yeah) We in V.I.P Every time we in the club we in V.I.P I know imma get to the top Get money and get all the thots Have people that’s wanting my spot N****s gone hate that I’m hot Cookin this heat in the pot I keep the racks in the middle Call me the Mack in the middle We blow you back like a fiddle And no I’m not speaking in riddles I am a dog fresh out the kennel I think I let the game slide Cartier be on my eyes Bust down vvs on my right I put on for the guys In my bag, loose fry Kiss the girls and make em cry Shock the world and I ain’t try Took yo girl and I ain’t try Yet I’m still going high Got the game on lock, so y’all ain’t got a chance if I try I count the racks and stuff em in the duffy I see the shades when I peep through these buffies Yo girl hit me last night and she say she love me I got a ring, for the money I’m a hubby Every time I step in the club we in V.I.P That’s why yo man wanna be like me Got a bag still got broke boy tendencies Shorty in my section she into me Couple thousand cash, spent it all on Amiri jeans Too cold in the game got em fearing me (Yeah) We in V.I.P Every time we step out we in V.I.P (Yeah) We in V.I.P Every time we in the club we in V.I.P (Yeah) We in V.I.P Every time we step out we in V.I.P
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