Look Up Z Money & ChaseTheMoney (Ft. Valee)

[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