V.I.P. Songtext
von Garth.

I pull up in the Range Rove
Escort me through the side door
I feel the heat from up in VIP
I′m sweatin' out my fur coat

I′m a player for my people, there's no equal to me
I bridge the brokest of the bitches to the richest VCs
And you can check all my credentials I'm the HBIC
And you′re welcome to come and pop a bottle with me
B-b-b-baby girl, I know your man′s broke
But I'm glad you left that hot mess at home
I′m blessin' you and all your friends with Reposado
But you may not cross the velvet rope


I pulled up in the Range Rove
Escorted through the side door
Feel the heat from up in VIP
I′m sweatin' out my fur coat
But I ain′t pressed
No hard feelings
It's Friday night and we ain't tryna go home
Ain′t nobody sleepin′
So let me hear you say whoa
I need to hear you say whoa, whoa

Cheffing like The Bear and it's delicious

Passion and romance and competition
Maybe I could put you on my guest list
Like the genie in your bottle grantin′ wishes

We letting loose, buyin' up bottles of Goose
All of my crew in the booth
Turn up the octane as high as my octaves
Your man is at home passin′ out on the box spring
I thought I told you before, everything I do is dope
Don't be surprised, haters can wait until sunrise
Outside, back of the line

I pulled up in the Range Rove
Escorted through the side door
Feel the heat from up in VIP
I′m sweatin' out my fur coat


But I ain't pressed
No hard feelings
It′s Friday night and we ain′t tryna go home
Ain't nobody sleepin′
So let me hear you say whoa
I need to hear you say whoa, whoa

So let me hear you say whoa
I need to hear you say whoa, whoa