Fabian Muzik - V.I.P. Lyrics

Mr. Muzik gettin' crunk in the club
For them haters you can go on pop the trunk
[00:31.29]'Cause I'm ridin' big like Gucci Mane, So Icy
Poppin' bottles of the Cris in the V.I.P.
Like T.I. said, you don't know me
When you see me in the streets just wave your hands
’Cause you know that I'm the git with the master plan

Pulled up to the club in the all black Benz, lookin' so fly
Got the brand new gear with them Gucci lens, lookin' so right
Mommy looks so good and she smells so tight
Why you doin' the damn thing to me tonight, baby (Ohh)
As I stroll to the top of the V.I.P., mommies lookin' at me
Grab one, two, three, four, and five and I take them to the couch with me
As I pop the bottle on the pink champagne, then I...
Ain't no stoppin' but rockin' and booty knockin' babe

Mr. Muzik gettin' crunk in the club
For them haters you can go on pop the trunk
’Cause I'm ridin' big like Gucci Mane, So Icy
Poppin' bottles of the Cris in the V.I.P.
Like T.I. said, you don't know me
When you see me in the streets just wave your hands
’Cause you know that I'm the git with the master plan

All these dime piece girls can't be from 'round here
The way you shakin' that, over there
Mommy bring it over close to me, so I can break it down to your knees
Pop it in the floor, baby shake your back
Me you and five other ladies (Back of the Maybach, ohhh)
’Cause I'm not that yellow boy in the projects, you wish you could stop this
Every time that I ride through your hood, in a different whip you wish that you could
Body guards with the Cris in the whip
H2 Monday, Escalade Tuesday
Back to the Studio to write these hits
You never sold one record, so don't try to dis
Beggin' to me to be with me in the club
’Cause they know I'm V.I.P. and they know I get it crunk

Mr. Muzik gettin' crunk in the club
For them haters you can go on pop the trunk
’Cause I'm ridin' big like Gucci Mane, So Icy
Poppin' bottles of the Cris in the V.I.P.
Like T.I. said, you don't know me
When you see me in the streets just wave your hands
’Cause you know that I'm the git with the master plan

These undergraduate underachiever people hate me
’Cause I'm so talented it don't phase me
Like my ... Manny Fresh and Big Baby
I stay fresh and so clean like Swayze
See over the years I developed a callous heart
They can't test me or try to pull me card
Bodyguards with the Cris, front and back of the Jeep
AK in the trunk, shotty under my seat
.45 on my waist, tre pound in my pack
It's that ... Mr. Muzik the one who never loses
’Cause I play to win and win to play
Once you see my game you'll be calling me daddy all day
So call your boys, your troops, and your clique
We can all raise the roof and I'll run this ish
And I'll show you how I gets down in the South
’Cause I run this state and I own this town (Ohh)

Mr. Muzik gettin' crunk in the club
For them haters you can go on pop the trunk
’Cause I'm ridin' big like Gucci Mane, So Icy
Poppin' bottles of the Cris in the V.I.P.
Like T.I. said, you don't know me
When you see me in the streets just wave your hands
’Cause you know that I'm the git with the master plan