[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

Hold up

Spiffy on this motherfucker, nigga

Global Business

Hoodrich Pablo Juan, you know what I'm saying?

Pull up, handle that, man

Handle that, dig that, do that

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]

Calling my phone, I might not answer

Rocking Desinger with Pandas

Got my ladies look like Magic City dancers

Fuck on your hoe in Givenchy sandals

I pull up in the new Phantom

Don't care 'bout that bitch, look like a candle

I got my double cup filled up with dirty Fanta

I'm gonna do it myself, let the business get handled

For that cash money, I'ma pull up

Do the dash on her when I pull up

'Cause she bad, you know I'ma pull up

If there's a bag, you know I'ma pull up

How you see me before I pull up

Pinky ring with them big old [?]

Ain't lifting weight, push up

We don't debate, pull up

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]

Forget about that [?] shit, we gon' get to it

Dirty Fanta, four ounces of fluid

Finally made a hundred thousand off a jugg

Jump out my pockets, look like Suge

Shit on my neck, dripping wet

[?] 'bout my MONY POWR RSPT

Boss bitch graduated, Georgia Tech

She got good head on her, it's the best

I wanna hit from the back

Jump out the back of the [?]

I'ma count money till I get a heart attack

And I'm strapped up like a Army vet

Shoot for your head and I'm [?] wearing a vest

24/7, in the trap with no rest

Don't come with shorts, we ain't taking no lessons

I feel like a king, gold on my neck

I used to trap it on Bouldercrest

Got to ride foreign, I can't buy a 'Vette

Bad bitch and her ass fat

Hundred round drum, made them bang back

Put all them bands in the backpack

I made the Sprite dirty with the Act

Get on a flight and I'm coming right back

Still in the hood with the ice on my neck

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]

Calling my phone, I might not answer

Rocking Desinger with Pandas

Got my ladies look like Magic City dancers

Fuck on your hoe in Givenchy sandals

I pull up in the new Phantom

Don't care 'bout that bitch, look like a candle

I got my double cup filled up with dirty Fanta

I'm gonna do it myself, let the business get handled

For that cash money, I'ma pull up

Do the dash on her when I pull up

'Cause she bad, you know I'ma pull up

If there's a bag, you know I'ma pull up

How you see me before I pull up

Pinky ring with them big old [?]

Ain't lifting weight, push up

We don't debate, pull up

[Verse 2: MPR Tito]

I'm pulling up with a digital dash

I hop out clean with the Louis bag

Glock 40, I'll bust your ass

Will cut you in the way, I don't trust your ass

Designer Blood, I got a Louis flag

On 1'5 with my ratchet ass

Got a new Coupe and that bitch fast

If it ain't real, finessed his ass

Fuck on that hoe, now she screaming my tag

Jugging the ice, now I bought me a Jag

Big homie on Candler Road

We go way back just like [?]

I'm too silent off in the streets

I've never been, I'll never fold

Stayed down, [?]

Then run off on the plug

Fuck on that hoe in the Rover

Spiffy, he said that we global

Holding that fire with no holster

I'm bak on turf and I told you

I'm pouring the four in the soda

Whipping that dope with the soda

Will call the play in the red zone

But [?] he a little closer