I Luv That Bun B

[Intro]
I love that shit
I love that shit
I love that shit

[Verse 1: Bun B]
It's going down like it always do
I'm about to hit them, front door, front row with the crew
I pull up to valet in the '09 Cedes
And turn the heads of all the fly ladies
I lift the doors out, then lift the doors up
Step out the car and the whole world slows up
I show up like a certified pro
Looking like slow motion when I heads to the door
I walk right past the line to the rope
Everybody fall back like I'm the motherfuckin po'
And it's not even a question if I finna bring the strap in
They tried to pat me down but it ain't finna happen
Head to the bar, all eyes on B-da
From the haters and the fly mamacitas
And trust me man when the club this thick
You ain't even got to ask
I luv this shit

[Hook: Bun B]
The club is packed, the bottles is popping
We make it rain when the models is bopping, mayne (I luv that shit)
Ladies shaking they backs
And all the players and the pimps is catching heart attacks, come on (I luv that shit)
Ayo, DJ turn it up (I luv that shit)
You got a beat, then let's burn it up (burn it up)
You know we do it B-I-G
So come and holla at a player in the V-I-P