Pull Up (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)
When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane
Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane
When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane
Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane
Your bitch on my line, she hit me every day
'Bout them dollar signs, always getting paid
Bad bitch in New York, bad bitch in L.A.
Said I gotta go, she want me to stay
By the pound, bitch, I blow it by the pound
'Specially when I'm outta town
Ain't my gang? You not allowed
Get a chick and lock her down
Ain't hot, think we got it now
Your bitch in the lost and found
Started small, we bossing now
Not a sound
She wan' smoke my dope, ayy
Let her smoke my dope, ayy
Fuck her in her ghost, yeah
Pull off in a Ghost, yeah
I don't know 'bout you, yeah
One thing that I know, ayy
That I got the dough, yeah
That I got the dough, ayy
When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane
Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane
When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane
Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane
Money in the bank, money in the safe
Got my business straight, now I'm switching states
(Now I'm switching states)
Now I'm shining on em, now I win the race
Now these bitches chase, now these niggas hate
But these chips I chase (but these chips I chase)
Gas in my joint, gas in my tank
Hit it once, hyperventilate (hyperventilate)
I do what I want, fuck what they say
What you think? Bitch, it's Taylor Gang
She wan' smoke my dope, ayy
Let her smoke my dope, ayy
Fuck her in her ghost, yeah
Pull off in a Ghost, yeah
I don't know 'bout you, yeah
One thing that I know, ayy
That I got the dough, yeah
That I got the dough, ayy
When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane
Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane
When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane
Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane
Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane
When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane
Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane
Your bitch on my line, she hit me every day
'Bout them dollar signs, always getting paid
Bad bitch in New York, bad bitch in L.A.
Said I gotta go, she want me to stay
By the pound, bitch, I blow it by the pound
'Specially when I'm outta town
Ain't my gang? You not allowed
Get a chick and lock her down
Ain't hot, think we got it now
Your bitch in the lost and found
Started small, we bossing now
Not a sound
She wan' smoke my dope, ayy
Let her smoke my dope, ayy
Fuck her in her ghost, yeah
Pull off in a Ghost, yeah
I don't know 'bout you, yeah
One thing that I know, ayy
That I got the dough, yeah
That I got the dough, ayy
When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane
Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane
When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane
Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane
Money in the bank, money in the safe
Got my business straight, now I'm switching states
(Now I'm switching states)
Now I'm shining on em, now I win the race
Now these bitches chase, now these niggas hate
But these chips I chase (but these chips I chase)
Gas in my joint, gas in my tank
Hit it once, hyperventilate (hyperventilate)
I do what I want, fuck what they say
What you think? Bitch, it's Taylor Gang
She wan' smoke my dope, ayy
Let her smoke my dope, ayy
Fuck her in her ghost, yeah
Pull off in a Ghost, yeah
I don't know 'bout you, yeah
One thing that I know, ayy
That I got the dough, yeah
That I got the dough, ayy
When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane
Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane
When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane
Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane
Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Lamar Simmons, Symere Woods, Robert John Richardson
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