Pulled Up

[Intro: Young Dolph]
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), 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)

[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 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)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Pull up in a Porsche, that bitch too anemic (Uh)
Got that Rolls-Royce (Yeah), that bitch too conceited (Ooh)
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

[Chorus: Young Dolph & Juicy J]
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)

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
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

[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 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)