pulled up

Singer: young dolph

i don't get mad

i just get paid

smelling like a pound

walking in the bank

i been smoking weed

before the 5th grade

this a man's world

bitch stay in your place

shitting on your favorite rapper

did it by mistake

went and got a mansion

went and got a maid

naw i ain't got a deal

but i got a wraith

i call my clientele

i'm sorry for the wait

all these pounds in my traphouse

feel like i'm out of shape

these bitches love me man

i'm drinking muddy man

drop a four in a ginger ale

it tastes like bubbly man

young nigga hit a lick now you can't tell me nothing man

pulled up in a porsche

pulled off in a wraith

pulled up in a porsche

pulled off in a wraith

pulled up in a porsche

pulled off in a wraith

i saw my old bitch yesterday

you should've seen her face

pulled up in a porsche

that bitch too anemic

got that rolls royce

that bitch too conceited

then i got them feet

had to get a pedi

bought keisha the audi

you other niggas petty

bet you ain't got more money than harmony an' heaven

flat black chevy

flat black mac 11

i'm rolling up by the pound

you rolling up by the seven

walk in the room with the black and white fur

that bitch that look like a panda

i put the slang in the gram

i just might loan you a phantom

i do this shit for atlanta

shoot that bitch up with a cannon

all that i want is some act

whip that shit up with a fanta

niggas don't know how to act

when i pull up

bitches pull out the cameras

pulled up in that 911

pulled off in a wraith

this my second one this year

it still got paper plates

i'm laughing out the lot the way i'm laughing to the bank

ha ha

all you niggas standing in line

you need more food to fill my plate

swear you pussy niggas sweeter than some creme brulee

i got niggas in the kitchen that'll razorblade your face

i'm frying chicken in my fucking wraith

ghetto nigga

eating dodger's chicken in my fucking wraith

what can i say

greasy fingers

spill some hot sauce on that leather suede

ceiling bbq interior

collard green exterior

all these cars outside i can't decide which one to drive

and all these hoes outside i can't decide which one i want inside

Lyric Context: pulled up - young dolph