Pull-up

Aye

I be like wussup baby how you doing, lil mama you should pull up

You know that I'm wit it, Michael Jackson this a thriller

I am not a saint baby you went and found a sinner

You know what I'm on when I say baby where my dinner

I been lit too long I been too hot I been on top before

They don't want no problems they can't touch I might just pop the smoke

I just copped my Hemi windows tinted cause it's gas in here

I can feel these niggas changing on me in the atmosphere

All these bitches want me cause I'm hot I got sex appeal

Labels tryna cop what I been on but I can't sign the deal