V.I.P., no ID
Bottles of DP, I do it real B-I-G
Bitches break their neck to be where I be
Fiddy doesn’t need to show ID to get into the club, he’s a VIP! Once inside, he’s popping bottles of Dom Perignon, and just waiting for the girls to race over to him.
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