Pulled Over

Pour me up bro
Yea!
Pour me up some more
Gettin money all day

Cops gon' pull me over while I'm smoking on this gas, told me I ain't have to put it out
My bitch like Rubi Rose, she bring in hella cash, that shit is bad
I'm counting money in the spaceship, you on the couch, yea
Swerving on busy roads, shit, I don't give a fuck, I just up'd my bag, yea
Walking out that bank, ten in my pouch, yea
I don't check the tags, I ain't used to that, all my bitches know I make it back
Playing games with you, don't cause no fouls, nah

She wanna fuck with the big leagues, no tryouts
I just checked the time, ain't not time outs, nah
Looking at my wrist I see a big house
Still smoking my blunts when the cops in town

Cops gon' pull me over while I'm smoking on this gas, told me I ain't have to put it out
My bitch like Rubi Rose, she bring in hella cash, that shit is bad
I'm counting money in the spaceship, you on the couch, yea
Swerving on busy roads, shit, I don't give a fuck, I just up'd my bag, yea
Walking out that bank, ten in my pouch, yea
I don't check the tags, I ain't used to that, all my bitches know I make it back
Playing games with you, don't cause no fouls, nah



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Writer(s): Adrian Cardenas
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