Kelly, R - V. I. P.

Come on, come on, come on, come on
Chillin at the club, showing niggers 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 hater's after me because i push this 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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Stretch Bentleys where the top just drops that's right
Kellys CDs with the sound that knocks di di di di di di di di
When the party rocks fingers to 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 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 spending 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 mail a phone call to all
The haters around the world this is what I would say

Seems like all the niggers 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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