Chill Go Hard - Pulled Up lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Dolph] I don't get mad, I just get paid Smelling like a pound, walking in the bank I been smoking weed, before the 5th grade This a man's world, b**h stay in your place sh**ting on your favorite rapper, did it by mistake Went and got a mansion, went and got a maid Naw I ain't got a deal, but I got a Wraith I call my clientele, I'm sorry for the wait All these pounds in my traphouse, feel like I'm out of shape These b**hes love me man, I'm drinking muddy man Drop a four in a ginger ale, it tastes like bubbly man Young n***a hit a lick now you can't tell me nothing man [Hook: Young Dolph] Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith I saw my old b**h yesterday, you should've seen her face [Hook: Young Dolph] Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith I saw my old b**h yesterday, you should've seen her face [Verse 2 – 2 Chainz] Pulled up in a Porsche, that b**h too anemic Got that Rolls Royce, that b**h too conceited Then I got them feet, had to get a pedi Bought Keisha the Audi, you other n***as petty Bet you ain't got more money than Harmony an' Heaven Flat black Chevy, flat black MAC 11 I'm rolling up by the pound, you rolling up by the seven Walk in the room with the black and white fur That b**h that look like a panda I put the slang in the gram, I just might loan you a phantom I do this sh** for Atlanta, shoot that b**h up with a cannon All that I want is some Act, whip that sh** up with a Fanta n***as don't know how to act When I pull up, b**hes pull out the cameras [Hook: Young Dolph] Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith I saw my old b**h yesterday, you should've seen her face [Hook: Young Dolph] Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith I saw my old b**h yesterday, you should've seen her face [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 laughing out the lot the way I'm laughing to the bank, ha ha All you n***as standing in line, you need more food to fill my plate Swear you p**y n***as sweeter than some crème brulee I got n***as in the kitchen that'll razorblade your face I'm frying chicken in my f**ing Wraith, ghetto n***a Eating Dodger's chicken in my f**ing 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 [Hook: Young Dolph] Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith I saw my old b**h yesterday, you should've seen her face [Hook: Young Dolph] Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith I saw my old b**h yesterday, you should've seen her face