Club Privilege

Walk in the club like I own it
That looks pretty cool, don’t it?
I did not get the pat down
Pants sagging, hats to the back now
They say pimping ain’t easy
But I’m fly like G-Eazy
Bitch got me all fucked up
Fuck a bar line, I take cuts
Tell the bartender my turn
Looking like Audrey Hepburn
I’m feeling like Frank Sinatra
Two shots of your best vodka
One for me and one for you
They complaining the waits long
I look back like «oh poor you»
I’m the shit, is that so wrong?
I wear the clothes that I want
I drink the booze that I want
In this club
I play the songs that I want
I get whatever I want
Don’t you ask for my ID
I don’t need no fucking ID
Matter of fact I’m VIP
You can’t fuck with my white tee
And you can’t fuck with my Nikes
I give a fuck if you like me
I talk shit and I like fights
Freedom of speech, bitch, it’s my right
Push my way up to the front
Don’t you tell me I’m too drunk
Go on and pour me up two more
Fuck they waiting on you for?
I deserve the good service
And that service better perfect
They treat me better than you 'cuz…
Well I’m better than you, bruh
I wear the clothes
That I want
I drink the booze that I want
In this club
I play the songs that I want
I get whatever I want
Why don’t I pour you a drink?
You look tired
And life’s so unfair
I don’t need no fucking ID
I don’t need no fucking ID
Matter of fact I’m VIP
Matter of fact I’m VIP
I don’t need no fucking ID
I don’t need no fucking ID
Matter of fact I’m VIP
My skin tone match my white tee
I wear the clothes
That I want
I drink the booze that I want
In this club
I play the songs that I want
I get whatever I want
I get whatever I want
I dress however I want
I do wherever I want
I live whenever I want
Why don’t I pour you a drink?
You look tired
And life’s so unfair