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[Intro] ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney [Chorus: Z Money] Every time I look up, I'm 'bout to do a cook up Me and Bricc like black and [?], because we got the hook up Hell no, can't buy no gram, because they already shook up I'm cashing out, no [?] up, not one mil, but I'm two up Skrt, skrt, skrt, I made 'em throw up, hop out, Louis from the shoe up Lil bitch, she say I'm too much, I think my closet's too much My diamonds fucking blind 'em, make a nigga wanna shoot us Come fuck a ho, it's two of us, my pockets filled with blue bucks [Verse 1: Valee] My Lambo don't want no putt putt, it's 6:30, I been up, up I fuck 'round, buy a pick up truck, then pick two bitches back up They think it's fun, I know that, I caught a flat, I towed that It's 6s on my broham, my bad, I thought you know that They 6s and they run flat, these bitches kissing, run back These bitches kissing, run back My lean, it look like Cognac, this a Supersport, no Pontiac I stopped and bought the fun pack, she said, "You brought the fun back" My pockets look like thot pack, my t-shirt say VLONE Don't rock shoes 'cause I rock slides, got Valentino on My Cartiers, they handmade, my bitch's purse is handmade My two door coupe is hand sprayed, I smoke and dab the handshake [Chorus: Z Money] Every time I look up, I'm 'bout to do a cook up Me and Bricc like black and [?], because we got the hook up Hell no, can't buy no gram, because they already shook up I'm cashing out, no [?] up, not one mil, but I'm two up Skrt, skrt, skrt, I made 'em throw up, hop out, Louis from the shoe up Lil bitch, she say I'm too much, I think my closet's too much My diamonds fucking blind 'em, make a nigga wanna shoot us Come fuck a ho, it's two of us, my pockets filled with blue bucks [Verse 2: Z Money] Get up and then let's treat it, if I broke it [?] 60 dollars for the weekend, ride out dolo, niggas creeping He done seen 'em, I ain't bleeding, [?] to our 26s Please don't ask me why I'm speeding, I make cash, now we not equal Ask my [?], we be stunting on people, trap all year, invest all summer I ain't got 10 bands, text my gunner, that nigga broke, he got a deal I got dope in my canister, I pulled up in a wagon wheel Broke ass nigga, he acting stingy, now I know the accurate These niggas ain't trapping for real, it's a wrap, I tell them chill Boy, I'm wrapping packs for real, got 60 bands, I'm making a sale Heroin talk, my blue [?] real, told my jeweller check me a scale Watch these niggas, they pussy, gon' tell, you can get rich, I know he is [Chorus: Z Money] Every time I look up, I'm 'bout to do a cook up Me and Bricc like black and [?], because we got the hook up Hell no, can't buy no gram, because they already shook up I'm cashing out, no [?] up, not one mil, but I'm two up Skrt, skrt, skrt, I made 'em throw up, hop out, Louis from the shoe up Lil bitch, she say I'm too much, I think my closet's too much My diamonds fucking blind 'em, make a nigga wanna shoot us Come fuck a ho, it's two of us, my pockets filled with blue bucks [Outro: Valee & Z Money] My Lambo don't want no putt putt, it's 6:30, I been up, up I fuck 'round, buy a pick up truck, then pick two bitches back up They think it's fun, I know that, I caught a flat, I towed that It's 6s on my broham, my bad, I thought you know that Every time I look up, I'm 'bout to do a cook up Me and Bricc like black and [?], because we got the hook up Hell no, can't buy no gram, because they already shook up I'm cashing out, no [?] up, not one mil, but I'm two up