Pull Up

Pull up, get it popping
Pull up, get it popping
Pull up, get it popping
Pull up, get it popping
Pull up, get it popping
Pull up, get it popping
If you ain't got my money
It's a motherfucking problem

Nigga, just woke up
Yeah, get to it
I'm so fresh
Check, get to do it
Got smoke plus I got records moving
You know me, don't give a fuck
I'm the best at what I'm doing
Me and you, well, we not the same
Different league, different lane
Sneaking in, you got no ID
Who let these lames in the game?
I pull up like a traffic stop
That rapping trapping like a traffic cop
You park here, you park there
Dope stash in the back of the block
Weed, coke, pills, 24/7
They working, they smacked on the block
Take a lunch break, drop a nigga off
Then I'm back on the block
Riding around dirty, whip clean
With them packs that got popped
Try to do me dirty, I got the strap
Nope, I ain't 'bout to get popped
The man with the plan
Got the blueprint for my future
My girlfriend fuck with me
'Cause she don't be fucking with losers
Ever since high school
I've been hustling, get to that moolah
Money over bitches
Never let these hoes get to you, nah

Ayo, what you doing?
Why you ain't call me back?
I've been blowing you up all day
What the fuck?
Oh my god, yo
Let me call you right back
I'm getting this money right quick
I'mma be home in a minute
Yeah, whatever
You stay right there
I'm 'bout to pull up on your bitch ass, nigga

Pull up, get it popping
Pull up, get it popping
Pull up, get it popping
Pull up, get it popping
Pull up, get it popping
Pull up, get it popping
If you ain't got my money
It's a motherfucking problem

I'mma pull up, pull up, pull up
Get it popping
I'mma pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Get it popping
I'mma pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Get it popping
If you ain't got my money
It's a motherfucking problem

Bling bling bling, yeah, I'm stunting
Ring ring ring, that trap line jumping
Ding ding ding, my big bag, she love me
Peace to SLAB big brother
We got them slabs coming
I want it all, I wanna ball
I'm 'bout to cut up, fuck up the mall
Me and my dogs, we never fall
I love my city, I put that on God
I keep it real, no, I keep it trill
I never cheat you like the NFL
I got good prices, plus my shit is kill
My next summer, tryna see a mill
Every day, I re-up
Rolling blunts up the ounce
Landlord told me bounce
We was blowing up his house
Pull up in something foreign
That you can't pronounce
Got an accountant for my accountant
Watching all of my accounts
Your baby mama over here again
She pulling on my britches
You can have her back, dog
I don't be fighting over no bitches
Them haters malicious
Want you swimming with them fishes
I got a hit list, I send them my hitters
That ain't my business, now you on they shit list
They gon'

Pull up, get it popping
Pull up, get it popping
Pull up, get it popping
Pull up, get it popping
Pull up, get it popping
Pull up, get it popping
If you ain't got my money
It's a motherfucking problem

I'mma pull up, pull up, pull up
Get it popping
I'mma pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Get it popping
I'mma pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Get it popping
If you ain't got my money
It's a motherfucking problem, nigga

You ain't got my money
You ain't got my motherfucking product
I'mma pull up on your bitch ass, nigga
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Whaddup
It's all about that paper chase, baby
Leggo