Valee - VTL lyrics

[INTRO] (Valee') Chase the money, chase the money (and this beat by Chase The Money He gon' sell some dope wit' me) (fl studio whisper) Chase the money (Valee') Chase the money, chase the money [VERSE 1] Say you got a b**h But you don't know where she the hell at I might take like twenty-thousand And go buy a Hell-Cat Lookin' for my shoes in Gucci They gon' tell you they don't sell that You the type to look around And see where they on sale at I got three pints of lean But I ain't check my Auntie' mail yet I tried to leave 4 zips she said "Uh-huh yo' Unc' gon' smell that" Told my Ma' don't keep her shotgun Too far 'way from where the Shell's at I got a bad b**h in Wisconsin Not too far from where the deal's at [Chorus] Stacks, Racks, b**h I went Saks Fifth Shopping Police pulled over me And I switched topics Bad b**h wit' a booty And I didn't crop it Ben Frank walk up on me Started crip walking [VERSE 2] I was in Miami on Jefferson Where that shell at White Ferrari I hit the bu*ton The roof had fell back Took a trip to St.Louis Pulled up where STL at OG Gas so loud it sounded Like we getting yelled at I'm so f**in' good with guap But math the only cla** I failed at Paid two-hundred for some socks And I don't know where they the hell at Did some pretty f**ed up stuff I don't know why I ain't in hell yet I bought my b**h a Yorkie Pup And she ain't even clip her nails yet