VTL lyrics

[Intro]
ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney
And this beat by ChaseTheMoney, he gon' sell some dope with me
ChaseTheMoneyChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney

[Verse 1]
Say you got a b*tch, but you don't know where she the hell at
I might take like 20 thousand and go buy a Hellcat
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 uh, your Unc gon' smell that"
I told my Ma' don't keep her shotgun too far 'way from where the shells at
I got a bad b*tch in Wisconsin, not too far from where the Dells at

[Chorus]
Stacks, racks, b*tch, I went Saks Fifth shopping
Police pulled over me and I switched topics
Bad b*tch with 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 button, 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*ckin' good with guap but math the only class I failed at
I paid 200 for some socks and I don't know where they the hell at
Did some pretty f*cked up stuff, I don't know why I ain't in hell yet
I bought my b*tch a Yorkie Pup and she ain't even clip her nails yet