Young Dolph, 2 Chainz, Juicy J - Pulled Up lyrics

Uh huh it's Dolph

I don't get mad
(Nah) , I just get paid (yeah)
Smelling like a pound
(Strong) , walkin' in the bank (Damn)
I been smokin' weed (Since when?)
Before the fifth grade (What?)
This a man's world
(Yup) , bitch, stay in your place
Shittin' on your favorite rapper
Did it by mistake (Excuse me)
Went and got a mansion
(What else?) , went and got a maid (yeah)
Naw, I ain't got a deal
(Uh, uh) , but I got a Wraith (It's Dolph)
I call my clientele
(For what?) , I'm sorry for the wait (Hello?)
All these pounds in my traphouse
Feel like I'm out of shape (Hah)
These bitches love me, man


(It's Dolph) , I'm drinkin' muddy
Man (It's Dolph) drop a four in a ginger
Ale, it tastes like bubbly, man
(Woah) young nigga hit a lick, now
You can't tell me nothing, man
(Uh, huh)

Pulled up in a Porsche
(Skrrt) , pulled off in a Wraith (yeah)
Pulled up in a Porsche
(yeah) , pulled off in a Wraith (yeah)
Pulled up in a Porsche
(yeah) , pulled off in a Wraith (I'm gone)
I saw my old bitch yesterday
You should've seen her face (Ayy, ayy)
Pulled up in a Porsche
(yeah) , pulled off in a Wraith (Skrrt)
Pulled up in a Porsche
(yeah) , pulled off in a Wraith (Ayy, hey)
Pulled up in a Porsche
(What up? Porsche) , pulled off
In a Wraith (I'm gone, yeah)
I saw my old bitch yesterday
You should've seen her face
(2 Chainz, woah, uh huh)

Pull up in a Porsche, that bitch too anemic
(Uh) got that Rolls-Royce
(yeah) , that bitch too conceited (O oh)
Then I got them feet
(Feet) , had to get a pedi
Bought Keisha the Audi
Y'all other niggas petty (Tell 'em)
Bet you ain't got more money
Than Harmony and Heaven (Hold up)
Flat black Chevy, flat black MAC-11 (Bah)
I'm rollin' up by the pound
You rollin' up by the seventh
Walk in the room with the
Black and white fur
That bitch there look like a panda
I put the slang on the 'Gram (I did)
I just might loan you a Phantom (I will)
I do this shit for Atlanta (I do)
Shoot this bitch up with a cannon (Boom)
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 a Porsche
(Skrrt) , pulled off in a Wraith (yeah)
Pulled up in a Porsche
(yeah) , pulled off in a Wraith (yeah)
Pulled up in a Porsche
(yeah) , pulled off in a Wraith (I'm gone)
I saw my old bitch yesterday
You should've seen her face (Ayy, hey)
Pulled up in a Porsche
(yeah) , pulled off in a Wraith (Skrrt)
Pulled up in a Porsche
(yeah) , pulled off in a Wraith (Ayy, ayy)
Pulled up in a Porsche (What up?)
Pulled off in a Wraith (I'm gone)
I saw my old bitch yesterday
You should've seen her face
(I got you, Dolph, let's go, uh huh)

Pulled up in that 911, pulled off in a Wraith
This my second one this year
It still got paper plates
I'm laughin' off the lot the way
I'm laughing to the bank, haha
All you niggas standin' in line
You need more food to fill my plate
Swear you pussy niggas sweeter
Than some crème brulee
I got niggas in the kitchen
That'll razor blade your face
Some fried chicken in my fuckin' Wraith
Ghetto nigga
Eating Dodger's chicken in my fuckin' 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

Pulled up in a Porsche
(Skrrt) , pulled off in a Wraith (yeah)
Pulled up in a Porsche
(yeah) , pulled off in a Wraith (yeah)
Pulled up in a Porsche
(yeah) , pulled off in a Wraith (I'm gone)
I saw my old bitch yesterday
You should've seen her face (Ayy, hey)
Pulled up in a Porsche
(yeah) , pulled off in a Wraith (Skrrt)
Pulled up in a Porsche
(yeah) , pulled off in a Wraith (Ayy, ayy)
Pulled up in a Porsche (What up?)
Pulled off in a Wraith (I'm gone)
I saw my old bitch yesterday
You should've seen her face (Uh, huh)