V.I.P. Lyrics

K to the I to the double L I A N

New York in the middle of the night and I'm feeling alright
Baby let's go party
Hit me up on my cell
Tell me where it's going down
Don't forget the Bacardi

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

I'm V.I.P.
From the 212 to the 323, yeah
They know my name
They know the game
Nobody's gonna mess with me yeah

Bungalow 8 in my shades of grey
K's swagga's so hip gotta flip the script yo
I'm sippin my O.N.E. with some coconut rum
Getting down to some Nelly Furtado

Can't max out my plastic cuz my credit is fantastic
Stretch Hummer in the summer out the moonroof acting spastic
The after party's in the lobby of my hotel suite
So if you like to live expensive roll with me I'm V.I.P.