Pull Up

I got lots of cash on me, cash on me
Bad bitch I'm bout to smash on em, smash on em
Go 200 on the dash on em, dash on em
I pull up and hit the gas on em, gas on em, yeah
I got lots of cash on me, cash on me
Got a bad bitch try'na smash on me, smash on me
Got 200 on the dash on it, dash on it
I pull up and hit the gas on em, gas on em, yeah, yeah

Know I got that cash on me
Shawty you ain't gotta ask, you know me
Got them racks under my jeans
She down to fuck, you know whats up
She about to wear my tee, yeah
I've been serving up the trap, yeah
Riding foreigns swerving off through the traffic
Count it up and do the math, yeah
Got that OG in my blood and I don't pass it
Cause we get dough, yeah you know
Just count it up, girl you know you want more
We hit the club and you know we gon' blow it
Go get them racks shawty, I got lots of cash on me

Cash on me

Bad bitch I'm bout to smash on em, smash on em
Go 200 on the dash on em, dash on em
I pull up and hit the gas on em, gas on em, yeah
I got lots of cash on me, cash on me
Got a bad bitch tryna smash on me, smash on me
Got 200 on the dash on it, dash on it

I pull up and hit the gas on em
Gas on em, yeah, yeah

Pour it up and we gon' roll it down
If I fuck you shawty hold it down
Only got one night 'cause we from outta town
Heard your nigga ballin' but he's so out of bounds, oh yeah
Out the TO, trappin' with the Mando'
Juggin" and finessing off a Samsung
Shooters that'll take you niggas out your body (Out your body)
While I'm out getting my bands up
You know when I pull up I be causing propaganda

Know I'm cooler than a ice off in the Phantom
You see me skatin' 450 yeah, yeah
They gon' tell me why these niggas sayin'

I got lots of cash on me, cash on me
Bad bitch ima bout to smash on it, smash on it
Go 200 on the dash on it, dash on it
I pull up and hit the gas on em
Gas on em, girl yeah

I got lots of cash on me, cash on me
Got a bad bitch finna smash on her, smash on her
Got 200 on the dash on, it dash on it
I pull up and hit the gas on em, gas on em, yeah, yeah

I love the way she pop it buss it on the floor
Waitress bring them bottles told her bring some more
I got hella bands and yeah that for sure
Sparkles in my section like a light show
We ain't done finessing gettin mulla
When I'm in the cut I'm with my shooters
You ain't with the shits so leave that out the door
If you ain't gettin money what you in it for?
Love the feeling when I'm whippin in the Benz ridin it down on Ocean
Love the feeling when I'm counting

the bands gettin in and out of the Oh
Gettin money blue hunnids
the soda we leaning
Hit a lick cash out
You know my niggas be scheming

I got lots of cash on me, cash on me
Bad bitch, I'm bout to smash on her, smash on her
Got 200 on the dash on it dash on it
I pull up and hit the gas on em, gas on em, yeah
I got lots of cash on me, cash on me
Got a bad bitch, finna smash on her, smash on her
Got 200 on the dash on, it dash on it
I pull up and hit the gas on em, gas on em
Yeah, yeah, yeah



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Writer(s): Daystar Peterson, Samuel David Jimenez, David Marvin Andre Kerr
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