Fat Joe, Dre, Lil Wayne - Pullin lyrics

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

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"

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

Woo, this is, yeah, let's get it

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

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

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

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"