I don't get mad
I just get paid
Smelling like a pound
Walking in the bank
I been smoking weed
Before the 5th grade
This a man's world
b***h stay in your place
Shitting on your favorite rapper
Did it by mistake
Went and got a mansion
Went and got a maid
Naw I ain't got a deal
But I got a Wraith
I call my clientele
I'm sorry for the wait
All these pounds in my traphouse
Feel like I'm out of shape
These bitches love me man
I'm drinking muddy man
Drop a four in a ginger ale
It tastes like bubbly man
Young n***a hit a lick now
You can't tell me nothing man
Pulled up in a Porsche
Pulled off in a Wraith
Pulled up in a Porsche
Pulled off in a Wraith
Pulled up in a Porsche
Pulled off in a Wraith
I saw my old b***h yesterday
You should've seen her face
Pulled up in a Porsche
Pulled off in a Wraith
Pulled up in a Porsche
Pulled off in a Wraith
Pulled up in a Porsche
Pulled off in a Wraith
I saw my old b***h yesterday
You should've seen her face
Pulled up in a Porsche
That b***h too anemic
Got that Rolls Royce
That b***h too conceited
Then I got them feet
Had to get a pedi
Bought Keisha the Audi
You other niggas petty
Bet you ain't got more money
Than Harmony an' Heaven
Flat black Chevy
Flat black MAC 11
I'm rolling up by the pound
You rolling up by the seven
Walk in the room with the black and white fur
That b***h that look like a panda
I put the slang in the gram
I just might loan you a phantom
I do this shit for Atlanta
Shoot that b***h up with a cannon
All that I want is some Act
Whip that shit up with a Fanta
Niggas don't know how to act
When I pull up
Bitches pull out the cameras
Pulled up in a Porsche
Pulled off in a Wraith
Pulled up in a Porsche
Pulled off in a Wraith
Pulled up in a Porsche
Pulled off in a Wraith
I saw my old b***h yesterday
You should've seen her face
Pulled up in a Porsche
Pulled off in a Wraith
Pulled up in a Porsche
Pulled off in a Wraith
Pulled up in a Porsche
Pulled off in a Wraith
I saw my old b***h yesterday
You should've seen her face
Pulled up in that 911
Pulled off in a Wraith
This my second one this year
It still got paper plates
I'm laughing out the lot the way
I'm laughing to the bank
Ha ha
All you niggas standing in line
You need more food to fill my plate
Swear you p***y niggas sweeter
Than some cr è me brulee
I got niggas in the kitchen
That'll razorblade your face
I'm frying chicken in my f**king Wraith
Ghetto n***a
Eating Dodger's chicken in my f**king Wraith
What can I say
Greasy fingers
Spill some hot sauce on that leather suede
Ceiling BBQ interior
Collard green exterior
All these cars outside I can't decide
Which one to drive
And all these hoes outside I can't decide
Which one I want inside
Pulled up in a Porsche
Pulled off in a Wraith
Pulled up in a Porsche
Pulled off in a Wraith
Pulled up in a Porsche
Pulled off in a Wraith
I saw my old b***h yesterday
You should've seen her face
Pulled up in a Porsche
Pulled off in a Wraith
Pulled up in a Porsche
Pulled off in a Wraith
Pulled up in a Porsche
Pulled off in a Wraith
I saw my old b***h yesterday
You should've seen her face
