VABP - Whip Da Shake lyrics

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VABP - Whip Da Shake lyrics

(Intro) Uh, uh, sellin' weight VP, VA came from the Way Fat Trel n***a, 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 sh** I whip that sh** and flip that sh** Driving up to Carolina I might find a different b**h Might see me Vi Meet me by the Appleby's Money I forgot I had, bills truck, G wag Stripper b**hes but there ain't no ones in the trash bag Choppers come from Rishmere, my sh** looks like Baghdad s*utty 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 (Hook) (Verse 2) I whip the sh** like a new car, flip that b**h like an acrobat Everyday I see new money, new hoes, new clothes, like a laundromat Catch me in the kitchen, whipping, going hard as titanium Young n***a Movement, on that s*utty Boy sh**, going hard in the stadium Get dope, take all this dough, get the work on like Claudio Pistol whip him if he don't talk, you got a lot of sh** like you gonna fall n***as talking sh**, that's why they number 2 And I don't f** a b**h, unless she f** the crew I will never change, you pussies can drop the Jazz And I never trust a man, 'cuz any man can lie (True story) I'm tired of all this bullsh**, like Louie Wile Gonna whip, I might be a while, got birds, they flew out (Hook) (Verse 3: Only available on the Trap Music: Squad Life 3 Mixtape) Cook crack like I'm f**in' dope I used to have a lot, now I got plenty more Fat Trel, that's my fat f** Tossin' ones like tossin' Michael Jordan first shots This money that I make, got me lookin' great All this trouble here got me pushin' base Old virgin a** n***a better get the f** away Drop a gla** cylinder, only way to bust a K 15 pounds, you can get a lot of fiends Take yo hate away n***a, get a better deal The lines up and down like the f**in' letter N You wanna make a hit, excuse me, Lord you gotta send Make a man like a n***a dice em' I ain't trouble (trouble) 'cuz all I do is 'buss em' (Buss em') Try me I ain't no fist player You better have protection if you come out this way (Hook) (Outro) Yeah! Y'all know what it is! V, A, B, P YNM2, Whip the shake! Haha!