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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
h-ll 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 b-tch, she say i’m too much, i think my closet’s too much
my diamonds f-cking blind ‘em, make a n-gga wanna shoot us
come f-ck 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 f-ck ‘round, buy a pick up truck, then pick two b-tches 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 b-tches kissing, run back
these b-tches 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 b-tch’s purse is handmade
my two door coupe is hand sprayed, i smoke and dab the handshake

[verse 2: z money]
get up and then let’s treat it, if i broke it [?]
60 dollars for the weekend, ride out dolo, n-ggas 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 n-gga broke, he got a deal
i got dope in my canister, i pulled up in a wagon wheel
broke -ss n-gga, he acting stingy, now i know the accurate
these n-ggas 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 n-ggas, they p-ssy, gon’ tell, you can get rich, i know he is

[outro: valee & z money]
my lambo don’t want no putt putt, it’s 6:30, i been up, up
i f-ck ‘round, buy a pick up truck, then pick two b-tches 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
h-ll 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

- z money chasethemoney lyrics

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