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cashmoneydae - pull up lyrics

[verse: cashmoneydae]
pull up with the glocks
got the streets on lock
got a hunnid round mag
run up on me getting clapped
i got bands in the louie and they spilling out the bag
plus the gang h-lla violent ’cause they always get the bag
and i spray that b-tch down finna catch a extra body
f-cked that b-tch one got her moaning like a zombie
and i ain’t got no friends but my n-gga ben franklin
going ghost everyday cause i ain’t paying no sh-t
fonem finna light that n-gga up like a christmas tree
four new choppas got it fast but he ain’t get that sh-t for free
n-ggas wildin’ shoot his house till he got no walls
but they bluffing -ss n-ggas and they ain’t got no b-lls
got the carbine in the trunk got me raging like vegeta
and my b-tch keep on texting but nah, ion need her
got my vvs shining out the cut like the feds
and i got the shovel out, i be murking lame -ss n-ggas
she said no but i showed her guap now she saying yes
don’t got time for fake b-tches i got time for checks
i just want that good top but all she want is s-x
n-ggas always bluffing when they ask who’s up next
cashmoney pull up in designers why you act like this
b-tch, i’m bool’n hard you still actin’ like a fool
and my bag h-lla heavy buy a house with a pool
rich n-gga wrist frozen, cash it out at the lot
n-ggas hating they not winning but why they on my d-ck
ran up on the gang two days later pulled up with a stick
now these p-ssy n-ggas wanna run missing all the fun
by the time i’m done, cashmoney i already won
pull up in a foreign cruising fast, yea, eat my dust
hunnid twenty miles per hour on the road i’m a star
she still telling me tryna say, uh, earn my trust
d-mn, could’ve crashed my foreign, d-mn could’ve got a scar
fetti chasing everyday but they ain’t got no sh-t to say
drop a n-gga foot on necks and now i’m asking him to pay
mafia timing give the bread cause if you don’t you know you’re dead
for i k!ll that n-gga, last color he gon see is red
i just got the bag on me, chilling boutta count the cash
feel like buying three rollies, gotta get the wrist on glow
shawty sucking fast, fat -ss she gon get whiplash
going fast she got flow, had me up all night like woah
yea

- cashmoneydae lyrics

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