Whip Da Shake VABP (Ft. Fat Trel)

(Intro)
Uh, uh, sellin' weight
VP, VA came from the Way
Fat Trel nigga, whip the shake
All this money, all this money

(Hook)
All this money that I make, grams in the shake
White tan, I ain't playin' always spraying up the place
Stuff it in the couch then my accountant call the rate
First I cop the house, then I whip the shake
Money mountain we ain't countin' fresh stake
Play wet with work who gotta wait
Red bottom, yesterday I gave her 8
Launder money just in case I gotta skate

(Verse 1: Fat Trel)
Okay I flip the trick and get that shit
I whip that shit and flip that shit
Driving up to Carolina I might find a different bitch
Might see me Vi
Meet me by the Appleby's
Money I forgot I had, bills truck, G wag
Stripper bitches but there ain't no ones in the trash bag
Choppers come from Rishmere, my shit looks like Baghdad
Slutty Boy, crazy baby tell me where the grams at
I just scraped the last batch, white and tan, pots and pans
Fly me in, try me man, you might wind up in the ambulance
Rolling by the avenue, bundles in the duffel bags