Verse One:

Riding around in the Bentley don't know where it came from i'm up at the top

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Niggas be drowning their sorrows in shit depressed music i'm here to be rocked

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You can not fuck wit the boys who don't know what they boutta to get into tonight

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Them boys don't know what we doing we fucking their bitches and getting some top

Bitches be riding

Niggas be fuckin a lot

They know i be sliding

Yeah while i am smoking the pot

Crucifying

They know i use the red dot

When you lying

About making the drop

Verse Two:

Them boy dying...when i shoot up there mothfucken home

Bitches lying..when they getting questioned about us

Fuck the cops yeah...yeah we do whatever we want

Leave em drying..yeah we leave em dead and alone

Niggas flying...in their own mother fuckin jets

Babys crying...at the sound of shooters shit

Wimpy diary...of a fuckin wimpy kid

Bfg...big fat girl

Come back to the hotel for some satisfaction that you really really need

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People be fighting and brawling but they dont know why just to make money

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Niggas be beefing for nothin they love each other they just want the fame

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Bitches be fuckin wit me wanna do cowgirl yes please

Chorus:

Pull up

Pull up

Pull up

Pull up

Money

Bitches

Fame

Pull up

Niggas

Wit me

Till i

Fkn die

Pull up

Pull up

Pull up

Pull up

Verse Three:

No room for respect yall niggas be lovin me for my money and fame

Loyalty is key if you want to get into the mothfucken hall of fame

People be dying from school shooters who feel out of fucken line

But these niggas be fuckin wit bitches who run up and let their hair down

Chorus:

Pull up

Pull up

Pull up

Pull up

Money

Bitches

Fame

Pullup

Niggas

Wit me

Till i

Fkn die

Pull up

Pull up

Pull up

Pull up

Outro:

Its been ya boy lil brendy'

No cap