Pullin

[Chorus: Dre, Marvin Gaye & Fat Joe] Pullin' out garages, broads, and credit cards Dodgin' all charges, clout chasers, and frauds We are not the same, I am a Martian, Marvin Bitches like, "Ayy, let's get it on" Let's get it on, ow baby (Coca) Let's get it [Verse 1: Fat Joe] Joe Crack been slippin' the feds since the 80's Movin' that white boy, yeah, that Slim Shady Pushin' that D like Terry Flenory Uncle Drew with the rock, they couldn't handle me You niggas buyin' Dapper Dan out the Gucci store I was in Harlem drippin' dap, servin' Pookie raw Cold case unit want smoke, they tryna find leakers Only cold case I know holdin' time pieces Now that's a milli on a wrist The only chains that matter is the rock piece and this TS logo diamonds drippin' on the Fashion Nova They like, "Fuck, these niggas ain't gon' never be over" [Chorus: Dre & Marvin Gaye] Pullin' out garages, broads, and credit cards Dodgin' all charges, clout chasers, and frauds We are not the same, I am a Martian, Marvin Bitches like "Ayy, let's get it on" Let's get it on, ow baby [Interlude: Dre & Marvin Gaye] Woo, this is, yeah, let's get it [Verse 2: Dre] Look, I'm still bumpin' Mike Jack Thriller (Still) I put that on the gang and the man in my mirror (Talk to 'em) I would never land of the side of foul niggas Where I'm from if they think that you rattin', they might kill ya Rappers do time, come home then sound different When them feds be them niggas ghostwritin' they life sentence It's D-R-E, I fuck models and roll with mobsters And I cook up beats like the Doc that's straight outta Compton, nig [Chorus: Dre & Marvin Gaye] Pullin' out garages, broads, and credit cards Crushin' bottle bitches, divas, and ghetto stars We are not the same, I am a Martian, Marvin Bitches like, "Ayy, let's get it on" Let's get it on, ow baby Let's get it on Let's love baby Let's get it [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] I'm with several incredible bitches that's ready to do What I tell 'em to and that includes even beheading you I never knew how much you never knew of what you never knew I'm from the jungle not the pettin' zoo and you look edible Silencer on the Glock 'cause I'm just tryna hold the noise You can hear a pin drop without hearin' the bowling balls And the truth is hard to swallow but not for my ho at all Oh my gosh, she bought me flowers, I'm about to smoke 'em all (Woo) Never had a white girl fetish, like my bitch kinda reddish With that white girl credit White sand by the kilo like a white pearl desert Y-M T-S's all white pearl letters, motherfucka [Chorus: Dre w/ Lil Wayne] Pullin' out garages, broads, and credit cards Dodgin' all charges, clout chasers, and frauds We are not the same, I am a Martian, Marvin Bitches like, "Ayy, let's get it on"