"V.I.P." lyrics

Yaa
Why I'm so tense?
Smoke za, fly through the vent
Blue teals, he gone off the fent
Whole lotta money, and the whip gotta tint
W-whole lotta money, and the whip gotta tint
Whole lotta money, and the whip gotta tint
Up her dress, she showing her tit
I'm throwing the check, fuck up saks fifth
W-w-whole lotta money, and the whip gotta tint
Whole lotta money, and the whip gotta tint, yuh
Why this hoe liking my pic?
Fuck walking in the party, I'm V.I.P, yuh (bitch)

Lil ho' wan' talk it out
I don't wan' talk it out
If it's smoke then pop out, or fuck nigga walk it out
Bankroll, cash flow, I could teach you how to add it, though
I won't teach ya, I just bag you ho
Fuck around reach, and I'ma blast it ho (pipe up!) (bitch!) ya
It's money in the section, yea
Money on the floor, money on the floor
Money on the floor, (it's money on the floor
Yuh, how low could you go?
These niggas be broke
I don't be sad bout a hoe
Get racks on a hoe
New fashion, swag on a hoe

Yaa
Why I'm so tense?
Smoke za, fly through the vent
Blue teals, he gone off the fent
Whole lotta money, and the whip gotta tint
W-whole lotta money, and the whip gotta tint
Whole lotta money, and the whip gotta tint
Up her dress, she showing her tit
I'm throwing the check, fuck up saks fifth
W-w-whole lotta money, and the whip gotta tint
Whole lotta money, and the whip gotta tint, yuh
Why this hoe liking my pic?
Fuck walking in the party, I'm V.I.P, (bitch)

Ya ya ya, ya ya yuhh
It's KA$HWAYZ or no wayz, nigga)