Pulled Up (OG) lyrics

[Intro: Young Dolph]
Uh-huh (Chill Go Hard)
It's Dolph

[Verse 1: Young 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), b*tch, stay in your place
sh*ttin' 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 b*tches love me, man (It's Dolph), I'm drinking muddy, man (It's Dolph)
Drop a four in a ginger ale, it tastes likе bubbly, man (Woah)
Young n*gga hit a lick, now you can't tell me—

[Interlude: Young Dolph]
Paper Routе Empire
Uh-huh
It's Dolph

[Verse 1: Young 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), b*tch, stay in your place
sh*ttin' 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 b*tches 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 n*gga hit a lick, now you can't tell me nothing, man (Uh-huh)
[Chorus: Young Dolph & 2 Chainz]
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 b*tch 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 b*tch yesterday, you should've seen her face (2 Chainz, woah, uh-huh)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Pull up in a Porsche, that b*tch too anemic (Uh)
Got that Rolls-Royce (Yeah), that b*tch too conceited (Ooh)
Then I got them feet (Feet), had to get a pedi
Bought Keisha the Audi, y'all other n*ggas 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 b*tch 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 sh*t for Atlanta (I do)
Shoot this b*tch up with a cannon (Boom)
All that I want is some Act'
Whip that sh*t up with a Fanta
n*ggas don't know how to act
When I pull up, b*tches pull out the cameras
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
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 b*tch 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?) pulled off in a Wraith (I'm gone)
I saw my old b*tch yesterday, you should've seen her face (Uh-huh)