Pull Up

[Intro: Jay Worthy]

Yeah

(La música de Harry Fraud)

[Verse 1: Jay Worthy]

Pull up to that party on that gangster shit

I'm with my gangster clique, they let the gangsters in

Pants saggin' on my Forces with a gangster brim

I'm with a gang of hoes and my gangster bitch

She got a strap in her purse, yeah, we got that in

I'm turnt up on blunts off a gang of hens

Who them woopin' in my section? Oh, that's gang and them

P hats, B hats, A's and M's

Big Dobie got us trippin', so we faded, shti

Brack one in the head with a fifth of Henny

I bounce back in my Chevy, what's happenin', folk?

P-Funk, no cuts with the rattlin' truck, woah

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]

It go money, hoes, fancy shit

Let the ho choose up, don't ask the bitch

If she come back broke, thеn that's a simp

And I ain't never slowed down likе Actavis

It go money, cars, clothes

Two cribs, one for the hoes

Puff a zoot, I don't play with my nose

And she say I'm the G.O.A.T., well, I suppose

[Post-Chorus: Jay Worthy]

It goes money, hoes, fancy shit

Let the ho choose up, don't ask the bitch

If she come back broke, then that's a simp

If you never knocked nothin', don't ask me shit, pimp

[Verse 2: Kamaiyah]

Pull up with some niggas that's gon' gangster walk

I'm a gangster bitch, I'm a gangster broad

Pull up in a coupe, that's a gangster car

On that flashy tip, I'm a gangster star

Bitch, I smell good and I look good

And I fuck good, know this pussy A1

Your bitch pay good, she so flagrant

Roll through Jay hood, nigga, I'ma stay good

Ayy, they tried to knock me off and these hoes all failed

Fuckin' for the clout, but still not gon' sell

I'm miss independent, bitch, I got mail

I got it off the work, bitch, I got scales

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]

It go money, hoes, fancy shit

Let the ho choose up, don't ask the bitch

If she come back broke, then that's a simp

And I ain't never slowed down like Actavis

It go money, cars, clothes

Two cribs, one for the hoes

Puff a zoot, I don't play with my nose

And she say I'm the G.O.A.T., well, I suppose

[Post-Chorus: Jay Worthy & Ty Dolla $ign]

It goes money, hoes, fancy shit

Money, cars, clothes

Let the ho choose up, don't ask the bitch

Two cribs, one for the hoes

It goes money, hoes, fancy shit

Money, cars, clothes

If you never knocked nothin', don't ask me shit

And she say I'm the G.O.A.T., well, I suppose