V.I.P.

K to the I to the double L I A N

New York in the middle of the night and Im feeling alright
Baby lets go party
Hit me up on my cell
Tell me where its going down
Baby dont forget the Bacardi

Oh I gotta be there
Oh they gotta see me
Oh check it out
Cuz Im on the list

Im V.I.P.
From the 212 to the 323
And they know my name
They know the game
Nobodys gonna mess with me yeah

Bungalow 8 in my Shades Of Greige
Ks swaggas so hip gotta flip the script yo
Im sippin my O.N.E. with some coconut rum
Gettin down to some Nelly Furtado

Cant max out my plastic cuz my credit is fantastic
Stretch Hummer in the summer out the moonroof acting spastic
The after partys in the lobby of my hotel suite
So if you like to live expensive roll with me Im V.I.P.