Pull Up lyrics

[Intro: Jay Worthy]
Yeah
(La música de Harry Fraud)

[Verse 1: Jay Worthy]
Pull up to that party on that gangster sh*t
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 b*tch
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 sh*t
Let the ho choose up, don't ask the b*tch
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 sh*t
Let the ho choose up, don't ask the b*tch
If she come back broke, then that's a simp
If you never knocked nothin', don't ask me sh*t, pimp

[Verse 2: Kamaiyah]
Pull up with some n*ggas that's gon' gangster walk
I'm a gangster b*tch, I'm a gangster broad
Pull up in a coupe, that's a gangster car
On that flashy tip, I'm a gangster star
b*tch, I smell good and I look good
And I f*ck good, know this pus*y A1
Your b*tch pay good, she so flagrant
Roll through Jay hood, n*gga, I'ma stay good
Ayy, they tried to knock me off and these hoes all failed
f*ckin' for the clout, but still not gon' sell
I'm miss independent, b*tch, I got mail
I got it off the work, b*tch, I got scales

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It go money, hoes, fancy sh*t
Let the ho choose up, don't ask the b*tch
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 sh*t
Money, cars, clothes
Let the ho choose up, don't ask the b*tch
Two cribs, one for the hoes
It goes money, hoes, fancy sh*t
Money, cars, clothes
If you never knocked nothin', don't ask me sh*t
And she say I'm the G.O.A.T., well, I suppose