Pullin - Lil Wayne, Fat Joe, Dre

Pullin out garages, broads, and credit cards

Dodgin' all charges, clout chasers, and frauds

We are not the same, I am a Martian, Marvin

Bitches like, «Ayy, let’s get it on»

(Let's get it on, ow baby)

(Let's get it)

Joe Crack been slippin' the feds since the 80's

Movin' that white boy, yeah, that’s Slim Shady

Pushin' that D like Terry Flannery

Uncle Drew with the rock, they couldn’t handle me

You niggas buyin' Dapper Dan out the Gucci store

I was in Harlem drippin' dap, servin' Pookie raw

Cold case unit want smoke, they tryna find leakers

Only cold case I know holdin' time pieces

Now that’s a milli on a wrist

The only chains that matter is the rock piece and this

TS logo diamonds drippin' on the Fashion Nova

They like, «Fuck, these niggas ain’t going never be over»

Pullin' out garages, broads, and credit cards

Dodgin' all charges, clout chasers, and frauds

We are not the same, I am a Martian, Marvin

Bitches like «Ayy, let’s get it on»

Let’s get it on, ow baby

(Woo)

(This is, yeah)

Let’s get it

Look, I’m still bumpin' Mike Jack Thriller (Still)

I put that on the gang and the man in my mirror (Talk to 'em)

I would never land of the side of foul niggas

Where I’m from if they think that you rattin', they might kill ya

Rappers do time, come home, then sound different

When them feds be them niggas ghostwritin' they life sentence

It’s D-R-E, I fuck models and roll with mobsters

And I cook up beats like a Doc, straight outta Compton, nig

Pullin' out garages, broads, and credit cards

Crushin' bottle bitches, divas, and ghetto stars

We are not the same, I am a Martian, Marvin

Bitches like, «Ayy, let’s get it on»

Let’s get it on, ow baby

Let’s love, baby

Let’s get it

I’m with several incredible bitches that’s ready to do what I tell them to do

and that includes even beheading you

I never knew how much you never knew of what you never knew

I’m from the jungle not the pettin' zoo and you look edible

Silence on the Glock, 'cause I’m just tryna to hold the noise

You can hear a pin drop without hearin' the bowling balls

And the truth is hard to swallow, but not for my hoe at all

Oh my gosh, she bought me flowers, I’m about to smoke 'em all (Woo)

Never had a white girl fetish, like my bitch kinda reddish

With that white girl credit

White sand by a kilo like a white pearl desert

Y-M T-S's all white pearl letters, motherfucka

Pullin' out garages, broads, and credit cards

Dodgin' all charges, clout chasers, and frauds

(We are not the same, I am a Martian, Marvin)

Bitches like, «Ayy, let’s get it on»