Pull up in a 'Cedes
Then I pull off
Ice on my neck
Got a light cough
These niggas they pillows
All of 'em soft
I stay with the iron
Like I'm playing golf
I copped me a tennis chain
Cost me fifty racks
What I'm rockin' is VVS
What you rockin' is crap
I remember the days
Dressed up in all black
Double back on his block
Like we runnin' in track
Double my cup bitch I'm sippin' on muddy
Double the 'posit I tripled my money
I still get the dubs straight from the junkies
Then make rap money this life shit funny
That boy gonna fall with no bungie
Wrap his ass up two times no mummy
That boy real soft two time no gummy
Hunnid round drum he alive he lucky
I'm in the trap I go Tracy McGrady
Bitch I'm strapped up so that ain't even my baby
Straight off the rip bitch I feel like DaBaby
F*ck a Hellcat imma cop a Mercedes
(Ah)
My lil niggas go crazy go stupid
Don't fall in love 'cause lil bitch I'm not cupid
Laughing at them niggas you silly you stupid
My boy on the Dark Web he love the crypto
Make that boy dance like he saw a disco
Go get my Dell ain't talkin' no frisko
Quiet with money so you know I tip toe
Out of the bank in Balenciaga
You better know him 'cause that ain't my partna
I'm drippin' in sauce tartar
I put him in the dirt they call me a farmer
Yeah I go crazy go stupid for real
910 baby ain't signin' no deal
If rappin' don't work imma trap me a mill
I'm runnin' these plays like a Buffalo Bill
(Yeah)
I'm sippin' lean don't f*ck with no pills
Got my wrist in the bowl so come get you a deal
I just got me a ticket I'm talkin' that mill
Pull up in a 'Cedes
Then I pull off
Ice on my neck
Got a light cough
These niggas they pillows
All of 'em soft
I stay with the iron
Like I'm playing golf
I copped me a tennis chain
Cost me fifty racks
What I'm rockin' is VVS
What you rockin' is crap
I remember the days
Dressed up in all black
Double back on his block
Like we runnin' in track
Mr.Money - Pull Up (feat. Young Jay) Lyrics
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Pull up in a 'Cedes
Then I pull off
Ice on my neck
Got a light cough
These niggas they pillows
All of 'em soft
I stay with the iron
Like I'm playing golf
I copped me a tennis chain
Cost me fifty racks
What I'm rockin' is VVS
What you rockin' is crap
I remember the days
Dressed up in all black
Double back on his block
Like we runnin' in track
Double my cup bitch I'm sippin' on muddy
Double the 'posit I tripled my money
I still get the dubs straight from the junkies
Then make rap money this life shit funny
That boy gonna fall with no bungie
Wrap his ass up two times no mummy
That boy real soft two time no gummy
Hunnid round drum he alive he lucky
I'm in the trap I go Tracy McGrady
Bitch I'm strapped up so that ain't even my baby
Straight off the rip bitch I feel like DaBaby
F*ck a Hellcat imma cop a Mercedes
(Ah)
My lil niggas go crazy go stupid
Don't fall in love 'cause lil bitch I'm not cupid
Laughing at them niggas you silly you stupid
My boy on the Dark Web he love the crypto
Make that boy dance like he saw a disco
Go get my Dell ain't talkin' no frisko
Quiet with money so you know I tip toe
Out of the bank in Balenciaga
You better know him 'cause that ain't my partna
I'm drippin' in sauce tartar
I put him in the dirt they call me a farmer
Yeah I go crazy go stupid for real
910 baby ain't signin' no deal
If rappin' don't work imma trap me a mill
I'm runnin' these plays like a Buffalo Bill
(Yeah)
I'm sippin' lean don't f*ck with no pills
Got my wrist in the bowl so come get you a deal
I just got me a ticket I'm talkin' that mill
Pull up in a 'Cedes
Then I pull off
Ice on my neck
Got a light cough
These niggas they pillows
All of 'em soft
I stay with the iron
Like I'm playing golf
I copped me a tennis chain
Cost me fifty racks
What I'm rockin' is VVS
What you rockin' is crap
I remember the days
Dressed up in all black
Double back on his block
Like we runnin' in track
Then I pull off
Ice on my neck
Got a light cough
These niggas they pillows
All of 'em soft
I stay with the iron
Like I'm playing golf
I copped me a tennis chain
Cost me fifty racks
What I'm rockin' is VVS
What you rockin' is crap
I remember the days
Dressed up in all black
Double back on his block
Like we runnin' in track
Double my cup bitch I'm sippin' on muddy
Double the 'posit I tripled my money
I still get the dubs straight from the junkies
Then make rap money this life shit funny
That boy gonna fall with no bungie
Wrap his ass up two times no mummy
That boy real soft two time no gummy
Hunnid round drum he alive he lucky
I'm in the trap I go Tracy McGrady
Bitch I'm strapped up so that ain't even my baby
Straight off the rip bitch I feel like DaBaby
F*ck a Hellcat imma cop a Mercedes
(Ah)
My lil niggas go crazy go stupid
Don't fall in love 'cause lil bitch I'm not cupid
Laughing at them niggas you silly you stupid
My boy on the Dark Web he love the crypto
Make that boy dance like he saw a disco
Go get my Dell ain't talkin' no frisko
Quiet with money so you know I tip toe
Out of the bank in Balenciaga
You better know him 'cause that ain't my partna
I'm drippin' in sauce tartar
I put him in the dirt they call me a farmer
Yeah I go crazy go stupid for real
910 baby ain't signin' no deal
If rappin' don't work imma trap me a mill
I'm runnin' these plays like a Buffalo Bill
(Yeah)
I'm sippin' lean don't f*ck with no pills
Got my wrist in the bowl so come get you a deal
I just got me a ticket I'm talkin' that mill
Pull up in a 'Cedes
Then I pull off
Ice on my neck
Got a light cough
These niggas they pillows
All of 'em soft
I stay with the iron
Like I'm playing golf
I copped me a tennis chain
Cost me fifty racks
What I'm rockin' is VVS
What you rockin' is crap
I remember the days
Dressed up in all black
Double back on his block
Like we runnin' in track
Writer: Brandon Puckett
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