Come on, come on, come on, come on
Chillin' at the club, showing niggas how we ball
Ever since the drought, it's been nothing but the fall
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Can you really blame me for getting these G's
Something I don't understand is why you fools are after me VIP
Got the haters after me because I push these G's
They wanna be like me, if you agree, then raise the roof with me
In the party place to be living VIP
Since when did money become such a problem
I just wanna live a life that only involves the numbers
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Rap
Stretch Bentleys where the top just drops that's right
Kelly CDs with the sound that knocks di di di di di di di di
When the party rocks fingers to the the wrist filled with nothing but rocks
I know you haters wanna come to Rockland's party
But you can't get it unless you VIP
Can you really blame me for getting these G's
See what I can't understand is why you fools are after me VIP
So if you ballin' and you know it clap your hands
If you sexy and you know it stomp your feet
If your man ain't spenin' money on you
Then ladies you can come and get with me
I wish I could call the baller haters
I mean I wish I could make a phone call to all
The haters around the world this is what I would say
Seems like all the niggas got beef 'cause they ain't got steak
When I ain't have no money everything was cool
Now that I got a little y'all wanna act a fool
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(2x)
Writer(s): Robert S. Kelly, Kelly Price, Dalvin E. Degrate, Donald Earle Jr. De Grate
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