Very Important Pimpin’ lyrics

[Intro]
I’m on that album sh*t, b*tch
Got my n*gga Philthy up in this motherf*cker
(Got my n*gga Philthy up in here)
What up?
(What up?)
J Stalin
Chill sh*t n*gga
What up n*gga
Yeah for sure
Town business
What up n*gga

[Verse 1]
When I walk in the door salute me
Act like a hoe, not a groupie (b*tch)
b*tch, wanna make me c*m
You better make some money and give me some (hey pimp)
This ain’t time to go shopping
Turn another trick, get it poppin
A b*tch will lose me
If she can’t afford to choose a fee
Cause it’s nothing but pimpin
They know it when I’m f*cking with her
I’m a live and die by the rules o the game
And when it’s your turn n*gga better do the same (rap sh*t)
When I see a car wanna get
My b*tch better buy me a whip (buy me a)
And say $hort how you know all this sh*t
It’s the game, I got it from Oakland b*tch (Oakland sh*t)
[Chorus]
I’m a tell you how it is
I’m a tell you how it is
I’m a tell you how it is
This life is real pimpin
I’m a tell you how it is
I’m a tell you how it is
I’m a tell you how it is

[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
Philthy look, in the VIP section with a bunch o real n*ggas
Couple Rozay bottler and a few bad b*tches
So give me a b*tch so I threw one back
S favor for a favor n*gga I was born to act
They know who we are
They see these foreign cars
In the VIP section with a lot o porn stars
Touch down in LA and b*tch gotta pay
These bottles cost a thousand broke b*tch you in the way
When a n*gga pulled up had them hoes on stuck
Young n*gga getting money every b*tch wanna f*ck
I’m all about a buck thinking bout my big head
f*ck tryna get a nut thinking with my lil head
Real [?] fake [?] I’m a pimp the blood out
I’m a VIP ass n*gga with or with or without I spend it
All these blue hunnids seeing all this new money
We ain’t doing no trick and she won’t get noth’n from me
[Chorus]
I’m a tell you how it is
I’m a tell you how it is
I’m a tell you how it is
This life is real pimpin
I’m a tell you how it is
I’m a tell you how it is
I’m a tell you how it is
It’s real pimpin

[Verse 3]
Smelling like cookies never was a rookie
All about my money like a f*cking bookie
I’m in the black black bottles in a black Mac
Threw streaks on that b*tch to complement that
Got a few bad b*tches they got some real ass
I don’t see you broke n*ggas like cataracts
And I don’t talk sh*t I just stay fast
Long hair but they all tracks
I’m off them molly water and them Xanax
She can see a real n*gga through them contacts
Very important like my uncle racks
On top o these b*tches like a doormat
Slap them and play hey and they adore that
Whatever I’m in he can’t afford that
These b*tches ready to leave I can’t ignore that
If you feeling I’m feeling I enjoy that
[Bridge]
It’s good out here man
Young n*ggas getting money
Spending money
You see the cars
You see the b*tches n*gga
You see the money n*gga
(Ain’t nobody struggling man)
Every dollar for a b*tch man
Nd if you are
You need to get your motherf*cking hustle on cause we some very important pimps

[Verse 4]
Pull up to the club
Face em up
b*tches wanna f*ck cause they know that I’m a thug
Pocket full o notes, whole not dubs
Spend it on a hoe, no not us
Hop up out the car, looking like a star
Head into the bar they know who we are
They know who we are
I don’t need ID
Somehow I always end up in the VIP
But it’s probably cause I’m a VIP, VIP, VIP
But it’s probably cause I’m a VIP, VIP, VIP
Just a very important person
Very important pimp
Just a very important person, b*tch
VIP, VIP, you can catch me in the VIP
You can catch me in the VIP
VIP, VIP, you can catch me in the VIP
You can catch me in the VIP
It’s real pimpin, pimpin