Pull Up

I paid hundred for the ones

And two hundred for my gun

I paid hundred for the ones

And two hundred for my gun

I paid a hundred for the drum

Just to go up in my gun

Paid fifty for some bullets

That's a box of bullets

Shoot 'em at your stomach

And shoot at your medulla

With my Ruger

Smoking Tooka

In my Beamer

I'm a fool

Pull up on ya

Pull up to ya

Switch cars

Did I fool ya?

Pull up in that 'Rari, hallelujah

Then I hop up in my Beamer just to fool ya

Fool your bitch, I pull up in that fucking Hummer

Hummer H2, bitch nah, this ain't no scooter

It go faster than a Harley

Someone please pass me the damn Marley

Even though I don't smoke with nobody

I don't need no bodyguard, I got my body

Got my Tommy

Shoot this right up at your tummy

Now you're looking like a zombie

Trying to get help, but you couldn't find it

My Beemer colored sue ravioli

'Member when I used to eat ravioli?

Now I can buy Kay Kay a little pony

Anything she wants, you know I'm on it

That money, I be on it

I ain't got no business sitting on it

I just got some business with getting money

You ain't talking money, that shit phony

I paid a hundred for my ones

Two hundred for my gun

A hundred for the drum

Just to go up in my gun

A hundred for the ones

And two hundred for my gun

I paid hundred for the drum

Just to go up in my gun

Paid fifty for some bullets

That's a box of bullets

Shoot 'em at your stomach

Shoot at your medulla

With my Ruger

Smoking tooka

In my Beemer

I'ma pull up

Pull up on ya

Pull up to ya

Switch cars

Did I fool ya?

So we're cooling in my mansion

(In my motherfucking mansion)

Holding your bitch for ransom

How much you got to get her back fam

She ain't worth shit, so I hop you got a bounty

Boy, I heard your belt Versace

I got fifty times Versace in my pocket

Money be my logic

So you know I'm all about it