VIP Lyrics

Dump a duffel bag, clean up on aisle six Shit is so slick, somebody gon' slip

They thought I fell off, I don't brag on my shit

In a club, puffin' gas while they dance in the VIP, I'm inside the land of the lakes

Got butter on my wrist like I ran out of shape I do it with a blindfold, head fake, headband Got me lookin' three ways like an alien

No such thing as cold weather in this cold sweater

We celebrate like champions, my chain a gold medal

I drive the Soul Train, party in the back Nightlife and that's that, it's a fact

When they see me bounce back

Labels wanna sign me, I'm not interested

in mousetrap I'm I-N-D-E-P, N-D-E-N-T, I'm off that

Said she wanna party, but she tuggin' on my outfit

Why you all up on me? Said it ain't even about that

Bad bitches shakin' ass, tell her bounce that Bet my main bitch don't like when I'm around that

Love the money counter it be flowin' like a soundtrack

Had my cup to the rim, she took it from me and she downed that

Dump a duffel bag, clean up on aisle six

Shit is so slick, somebody gon' slip

They thought I fell off, I don't brag on my shit

In a club, puffin' gas while they dance in the VIP

Can't catch me when in the silence I'm underwater like Poseidon

Fightin' off the piranhas, I got my spear Stab it through the heart of a lion

Cause even lions wanna hate when they see me on fire

I'm in this bitch start a riot, I am the captain of pilot

I got a bottle of Jose and I'mma finish entirely

We heard that shit through the wire, that VIP had a spot for us

I might slide through with new kicks in the Tom Fords

And when I bop door, bottle service, we need an encore

Cause I'm headed to the show and the flow's like the top floor

Cop me some marijuana, then I cop a stack Dump a duffel bag, goddamn, it's a mess

Dump a duffel bag, clean up on aisle six Shit is so slick, somebody gon' slip

They thought I fell off, I don't brag on my shit

In a club, puffin' gas while they dance in the VIP

I'm inside the land of the lakes

Got butter on my wrist like I ran out of shape

I do it with a blindfold, head fake, headband

Got me lookin' three ways like an alien

No such thing as cold weather in this cold sweater

We celebrate like champions, my chain a gold medal

I drive the Soul Train, party in the back Nightlife and that's that

It's a fact when they see me bounce back