Pull Up - Chief Keef

Aye, aye, aye, aye

Bang Bang Bang!

Doh, doh doh doh

Skert, skert, skert

(DP on the beat)

Hundred for the one’s and two hundred for my…

I paid hundred for the ones

And two hundred for my gun

Paid a hundred for the drum

Just to go up in my gun

Paid fifty for some bullets

That’s a box of bullets

Shoot 'em at your stomach

And shoot at your medulla

With my ruger

Smoking Tooka

In my beamer

I’m a fool

Pull up on ya

Pull up to ya

Switch cars

Did I fool ya?

Pull up in that 'Rari, hallelujah

Then I hop up in my Beemer just to fool ya

Fool your bitch, I pull up in that fucking Hummer

Hummer H2 bitch, nah this ain’t no scooter

It go faster than a Harley

Someone please pass me the damn Marley

Even though I don’t smoke with nobody

I don’t need no bodyguard I got my body

Got my Tommy

Shoot this shit right up at your tummy

Now you’re looking like a zombie

Trying to get help but you couldn’t find it

My Beemer colored soo woo ravioli

'Member when I used to eat ravioli?

Now I can buy Kay Kay a little pony

Anything she want, you know I’m on it

That money I be on it

I ain’t got no business sitting on it

I just got some business with getting money

You ain’t talking money, that shit phony

Hundred for the one’s and two hundred for my…

I paid hundred for the ones

And two hundred for my gun

Paid a hundred for the drum

Just to go up in my gun

Paid fifty for some bullets

That’s a box of bullets

Shoot 'em at your stomach

And shoot at your medulla

With my ruger

Smoking Tooka

In my beamer

I’m a fool

Pull up on ya

Pull up to ya

Switch cars

Did I fool ya?

So we’re coolin' in my mansion

Holding your bitch for randsom

How much you got to get her back fam

She ain’t worth shit so I hope you got a bounty

Boy I heard your belt Versace

I got 50 times Versace in my pocket

Money be my logic

So you know I’m all about it